Playfully charming

And to play the fool is to let the charm out of your sight

Cus those dreamy eyes

Are yet not a dream for I have seen with my own eyes

What beauty is when she blazes all white teeth in a wide shy smile

What resolve is when she in the midst of plenty still chooses her own thing

How annoyingly cute when she can’t just seem to make a choice

And such regal art when she lets loose the soul in her voice

What words could truly be enough to sing

The makings of a woman fit only for a king.

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