Her hair, bit curled, is so best
When on her shoulders it rests,
She can get anything with ease
With her sweet and melodious:'please'.
Escape if you can from her beauty
Don't fall by her sincerety for duty,
Beware her smile casts love spell
Before youn drown in her eyes' deep well.
Her attitude will somehow make you lose
Her each bit of elegance will make you confuse,
You'll wonder if the breath you blow
Is in same body as sometime ago;
Before that girl just stole your stress,
That girl better called a princess.