I love her placid, hazel eyes.

One glance at them won't suffice.

For her smile, I swear, I'm ready to perish twice.

But guess what? She like boys.

I love her cinnamon skin.

The way she shine, only I have seen.

For her presence,I swear, I'm ready to commit a sin.

But guess what? She like boys.

I love her cherry pink lips.

She holds the magic on her finger tips.

For her love, I swear, I'm ready to take all the risks.

But guess what? She like boys.

I love everything, she did or said.

But I think this love is one sided.

Or maybe there's something she hide.

But guess what she said?"She don't really like boys."