Just look at her,

When she wears her favorite cloth,

Singing on her best album in the very first slot.

When her eyes light up,

Brighter than the full moon.

Bidding goodbye, a sweet see You soon.

You should see her when she closes her eyes,

leaping for the clear blue skies.

Never will she need You by her side,

Strong enough and full of pride.

She wouldn't ask for anything,

Settles for a stone, while worthy of a crown.

Picking people up,

she knows how it is to be let down.

That not so wild woman,

All sensitive and buckled up.

Picking roses from the thorny shrub.

And along with all that she is,

More than anything,

She's my favorite.