Fluttering like a butterfly, beautiful is she,
Stupid in his love, lost in the sea.
Her laughter so pure, like the soothing sunshine,
There is something about her I never can define.
A charm, a spell…what is it I wonder!
Must be with time and patience she was created, without any blunder.
Glorious face, pretty smile, a snazzy disposition she owns.
Transfusing the glitters of joy… like the gentle wind she blows.
She stupefies her lovers, they bow in front of her glow,
But inferior she takes herself to be, the truth she pretends to know.
Its victory to own her, a priceless possession she is,
Waking up to her smile every day must be a beautiful bliss!
Wrote it for my bestie Priya on her 20th birthday this year on 8th Feb❤