I see the moon at your face
I look at the sun shining at your forehead
I remark intelligent at your eyes
The strawberry gets its red 
Only from your lips
The apples get their colors
From the checks these leads to think
Is this beauty nature or have a makeup?

When one knows the truth
He can't close his eyelids
Because he likes to fill his sense

In addition, and important
Your spirit is so clear as one at a childhood
You make me believe you have an angel spirit

This attracts me not only see, but only must be listened