Were she to stand
In a crowd of hundreds of women
She would stand out to me
Like a diamond on sand;
That is how beautiful she is to me.
So I found her
Searching for knowledge I had,
For books I had read.

Her name as exotic as her beauty
Her voice like the sweetest flute
Her touch so delicate
I thought her made of flower petals
The ring on her hand,
Carelessly overlooked,
Now discovered,
Marked her for what a treasure she was.

Were I to see her again
I would give her a wish
For a nice book to read,
And a wish
For a life like a fairytale.