Like the stars on a gloomy cloudy night, her eyes did twinkle bright.
The warmth of a winter morning's sunlight, to abide in her breath did fight.
Did the breezes by her hair glide, to let not those splendid tender ears hide.
Did the elephants and horses abort their ride, as she in her white gown did stride.
Rose petals snuggled below the thorns in shy, as her lips smiled pink like the spring dawn's sky.
Far far away did those pigeons fly, as the peace in her heart they could not buy.
Tender jasmines of honey went draught, as for her sweetness the air sought.
The nightingales and the cuckoos fought, for that sweet voice was her's they never thought.
Feathers all over summited over being soft to feel, for born of her hands none did ever reveal.
Once long ago a pirate of creepers failed to steal, her slim waist's theft of the unsigned deal.
Lucky was the grass that went under her feet, light to bore and soft to meet.
The sunflowers and rabbits bowed to greet, for that lady of charm was so sweet to treat.
Kind was she that when her fingers would tip, the hardest thorns shall try to slip.
Addictive was she to kiss with one's lip, more than a hot brewing coffee sip.
Naughty by word and cute when speechless, blushes did blush they had to confess.
To embrace her lucky was her white dress, to abide by her heart was born tenderness.
Lucky shall i be, to write about her beauty, luckier shall i be, if to praise her was my daily duty.
Lucky shall be he who gets to wear her the ring, for his life shall all forth fairytales sing.
God i shall praise you for giving her to me, and for a few days making her and me to be we.
Love i love you when she loves to share you with me, for more do i love her that any can see.
The warmth of a winter morning's sunlight, to abide in her breath did fight.
Did the breezes by her hair glide, to let not those splendid tender ears hide.
Did the elephants and horses abort their ride, as she in her white gown did stride.
Rose petals snuggled below the thorns in shy, as her lips smiled pink like the spring dawn's sky.
Far far away did those pigeons fly, as the peace in her heart they could not buy.
Tender jasmines of honey went draught, as for her sweetness the air sought.
The nightingales and the cuckoos fought, for that sweet voice was her's they never thought.
Feathers all over summited over being soft to feel, for born of her hands none did ever reveal.
Once long ago a pirate of creepers failed to steal, her slim waist's theft of the unsigned deal.
Lucky was the grass that went under her feet, light to bore and soft to meet.
The sunflowers and rabbits bowed to greet, for that lady of charm was so sweet to treat.
Kind was she that when her fingers would tip, the hardest thorns shall try to slip.
Addictive was she to kiss with one's lip, more than a hot brewing coffee sip.
Naughty by word and cute when speechless, blushes did blush they had to confess.
To embrace her lucky was her white dress, to abide by her heart was born tenderness.
Lucky shall i be, to write about her beauty, luckier shall i be, if to praise her was my daily duty.
Lucky shall be he who gets to wear her the ring, for his life shall all forth fairytales sing.
God i shall praise you for giving her to me, and for a few days making her and me to be we.
Love i love you when she loves to share you with me, for more do i love her that any can see.