With lashes fluttering like butterfly wings,

She never speaks but always sings,

Her eyes like sunlit Jade,

My has been made,

She's never the evil Queen,

but the princess that's the fairest of them all,

Always confident and walking tall,

With the heart of a giant,

but her body so small,

Her lips like angels a perfect cupids bow,

A mark of beauty accents her face even more so,

With a Rose on each cheek,

She leaves me unable to speak,

When she stands in front of me I cant help but be obsessed,

Meeting her assures me I'm truly blessed,

Her hair natural with Shirley Temple curls,

When in a sunsets breeze she looks of a perfect Maiden,

Her Soul saddened by worlds sorrow,

She lives on the hopes of a better tomorrow.