I watch her faraway
She's sitting under the tree
The leaves fall on her hair
So beautiful as I stare

The fire in my heart ignites
when she looks at me with her pale blue eyes
dazzling like the sunrise
She's wearing a dress so nice

Her lips as red as the rose
I really want to kiss those
Her hair flips
as the wind blows

and her skin is fair
She looks like an angel
but don't you dare
for you'll be inlove through her stare

-A girl under the tree-

-The Poetess