Deftly she walks in little hurried steps,
Dispelling gloom with her glittery smile.
Light reflects from her pearly whites,
Illuminating me each fortunate time.
Like a Lotus in a dreary mudpond,
She beautifies each thing around.
Gets you addicted quick-fast
And sweeps you off the still ground.
Lucky am I to have met her.
I wish to part with her never.
Grow old girl, wrinkle and crinkle,
But keep that smile on forever.