O tell me how many men have declare
the beauty of the maiden , so fair
her smile makes you melt, you wouldn't aware
as if there is just no other things to stare
when the lips says no words other than praise
your heart tumble and the earth seems to stop
Enchanted by beauty they will says
and now the feel of love seems to crop
But what she feel, how many do aware?
she is not a wooden doll in display
it is frightening but she only bear
in her tiny heart that she always pray
For she is a human and so do you
Notice her heart and she notice yours too
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