The greatest smile
That she has got.
A part of style,
Refined somewhat.
With which she cares
To combine
The type so rare
To come by.
She is involved
And so much kind,
Exquisite, bold,
A perfect find.
Her tender lips
Mean world and more.
She always keeps
Up to the goal.
Is so excelled
All in her hands.
A magic spell,
Of special brand.
She’s always been
The best of all.
Which only means —
It’s all my fault!