She is ambitious
Of course vulnerable
So softie that she
Will cry when you pinch her

She is brilliant
But naive that
She fights with you
The whole standing day

She is always curious
To know what people say
So smart that she could be
Miss Universe for a day

She is too much in devoting
But has a little promise in hate
She’s what we call a butterfly
‘Cause her way to the top is too high

She is always embracing
But doesn’t get much comfort
So unique that she shows
How exquisite she is