The red-haired angel, blue-eyed beauty from West Side
Has made me absolutely lose my peace of mind!
Epitome of grace, are you for real?
I still cannot believe the way you feel...
The way you smell, the way you touch drives me insane...
I can't stop thinking of you over and again...
Your gorgeous look was truly sculptured up above,
Epitome of grace, embodiment of love!
Your mesmerizing eyes of Heaven's light,
Reflections of the clearest sky that shine so bright,
Are like an ocean in which one can drown...
Your auburn hair alluring to be caressed,
Stroked with the tenderness and slightly, gently pressed,
Reminds the colour of the rising sun...