Everybody looks at her face, but can’t see through her,
Everybody knows her name, but nobody knows her.
Like a deep mystery, love lost in a blur,
Like least the teasing face of a poster girl.
She takes you on a ride, merry is her middle name,
Will be the comfort, the sweet song in your pain.
And when sorrow leaves her a gloomy rain,
Still shines on, a blazing eternal flame.
The eyes, the lustrous eyes of a magical romance,
Leaves the heart, breathless in a dance.
Like the fairytale of a mystical glance,
A moment, the world lost in a trance.
There is truth in her words, love that flows,
Pretty as a princess in legends of long ago.
The kid in her who refuses to grow,
A heart as pure as snow.
Her smile like a wild flower, unmoved by the storm,
Her laughter, a riot of joyous intone.
In her world, crazy is the norm,
Sigh, calm like a bomb.
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