It is a cruel, harsh world made for lovers
Charming, gracious, winsome. Makes me stop, stare
Why don’t you understand, my young brother
I love her so much I can't even bare

Her hair glistens like the moon in the night
Her pupils have a twinkle like a star
Brother, do you really want to start fight?
Should I write her a song on my guitar

Her smiles as dreamy as a rainbow
Her shiny skin is even magical
Changing your opinions impossib’ow
The fact you don’t like her is tragical

My innermost thoughts here on this paper
Don't poke fun is my requested favor