I see a kind girl walking and talking,
Her hair whipping in the air while she stands.
I don't know why I see others mocking,
For her beauty is beyond my demands.
She gets called out for being her kind self,
And I don't understand why she is so.
Her beauty is enough to make me melt,
So much that all the other girls must go.
The girl has done nothing wrong to get hurt.
This girl helps me to overcome problems,
She causes me to exclaim, or to blurt,
Her kindness. I don't care if I'm shot-ten.
I would risk my life for this pretty girl,
For her love makes me want to snuggle her.
