She's all that...

Eyes that haven't been bought off time,
Beauty that isn't so bewitching it ought to be a crime.
Hair that probably won't pass for a silken sheet,
No radiance that would launch a fleet.

And yet she wins the world over
With a soul so warm it could blow your cover.
Wanna fight?Bad idea,run for a mile...
Coz there she goes,with her disarming smile.

Pink,not from roses,but from the shyest blush,
Red,not from her gowns ,but her righteous anger.
Blue,not from elixir,but stolen from the bemused sky.
Green,not from envy ,but from that wreath of fallen leaves.

So go say sorry,or simply say hi.
No need to be wary,no disquieting urge to pry.
Put some cookies in your basket,and some flowers in your hat.
A lil magic into your life,coz yeah...she's all that!