Do not believe in the words I said,
For I have spoken them in a drunken haze,
But drunk,
Not by alcohol or other,
But by her beauty,
Which can not be compared hither,
She is not just beautiful,
She's something else,
Her smile is like a winter sun,
Gentle and kind,
Her eyes are a universe on their own,
Never lost to time.
Her laugh, O her laugh,
Never fails to make me smile,
Joy, hate, anger, sadness which ever I feel,
A hint of warmth is there,
And therefore it's real.