Her heart a little tiny flame,
hair in a bundle of a red ribbon's tail,
and straight like a zigzag's turn; but her smile
was one thing I turned to look at first:
a youth's only innocent grin—a Chesire cat—
her laughter's cute with the beaming of those round eyes
never failing to make me fall in love;
those natural red-pink dye of blush on her cheeks.
Said she was adorable, why yes she was.
Her features were ones I wouldn't forget,
a naïve smile not knowing the world
was one smile that melts all.