Oh , how pretty she looks ,
She has the type of beauty,
That is described in the books,
Carved by Aphrodite herself,
She has eyes of hazel,
An angel sent from above,
She symbolises a delicate , white dove .
Oh , how pretty she looks,
She has the beauty of a siren ,
A thousand words are spoken in her silence,
And yet a voice laced with honey,
Sunshine in a person, is she .
In the era of calamities, she\'s a moment of peace ,
She\'s the embodiment of a goddess from Greece .
A laugh so contagious,
Her soul is one that is immensely precious.
She reminds me of art ,
With a heart made of gold,
Her eyes will never grow old .
Oh , how pretty she looks.