My oh my,
How lovely she is to the eye
How messy her hair would seem
Yet so elegantly it flows over her shoulders
And yes she complains about the length
But she doesn't know how well it suits her
And when she smiles,
It would never fail to reach her eyes
Filling it with so much light and life
And oh how her voice would boom
And to the untrained ear it would seem horrid
But she sang anyway
And even if her feet were too
ignorant to the art of dance
She swayed anyway
And her body might be covered in scars
Scars she's ashamed of
Yet to me, I saw them as untold stories
Each scar is so beautifully
engraved on her skin
Giving her strength
And yes her tears were contagious
But crying in her arms is a bliss
And her thoughts,
Oh how beautifully they roam in her head
Too shy to leave her lips
Yet they seem to leave her fingertips
With such beautiful words she expresses her desires
And yes in her eyes you would see lost hope
But in her life you'd see joy
And yes the joy doesn't seem to last
But it'll last in her head
And in her heart
And oh how her fragile arms
Would tangle themselves around the loving
Giving the undeserving her warmth and banter
And her heart
Oh how it beats for the living
Yet her soul seemed dead
Her heart was the kindest
And was the easiest to win
For her clock laughed at the foolish
And mourned with the giving
And her hands have stolen so many sentiments
She was a mistress of love
And many are proud to be her casualty.
