Her smile is like a sunrise
It’s like she knows because she always smiles
She is a petal, colourful and fragile
Almost as a flower
The cloud looked down and smiled at her beauty
Oh Shakespeare, if you could see her beauty
You could hear the whilst of the wind
When she’s walking down the stairs
I saw, I stared, I screamed
She was far from pretty
I would have asked her out
But pride embraced me
How I wish she knows I exist