My little ray of sunshine:
Your sunny smile, your sunny face.
This golden train of hair,
That follows you place to place.
Your beauty so fair,
Your will - strong,
There's nothing you can't do.
Your fight to care,
Can do no wrong,
Beauty shining true.
So to the girl with the golden heart;
And golden hair too:
Keep a pure golden heart,
And to yourself always be true.
Some people affect me.
P.S. It's a broken sonate