She is a woman in guitar playing song like a star. She sings like an angel, a princess in a castle. She’s only not a stranger — indeed — she’s a rocker.
She has a lovely face a wise woman I guess. Beauty like a flower your girl that will be always and forever. The lady of daydream she’ll take you to the place you’ve never been.
She is a woman in guitar the girl with a thousand diamonds that shine. Your everything and you longing for; the means of what you’ve fighting for. The portrait of your love like a wonderful flying white dove.
The fairy tales that came true, Too fascinating to ignore. The girl full of gladness ; simple woman in her uniqueness. Unto you, she would bring a magic when she plays the music.
She is a woman in guitar within her hand uncalloused; her smile sweet as a nectar a girl you’ll never want to lose. She sings to your heart string. She sings while you’re dreaming.
Beauty such a poetry. O’an image of what you’ve hoped for. She’ll put your mind at ease She’s better than the best.
allow me this privilege of seeing you in , the unlit room in a chilly night, alone and guiltless, as night unmask your face, assumed Venus in the cowl shawl, splendor on the door it would admit, the dream of
Of all things sentimental. She came through the door wearing a suit of armor. The door closed behind her with a rattle and tick of swaying arms. With rust around her eyes she longed to be melted down. A drop
For ages, her life has been A journey of endless strife Most of the times unrecognised Generation after generation Beautiful as a part of nature itself In whose lap she is born and brought up She grows up to attain
She is the first and last woman; Her hair is one thousand color waterfalls, nature briefed in her two almond eyes, her eyebrows two gardens riding on astonishment whispers, her cheeks two apples rolling down from Paradise always fleeing away