A look into her eyes means a lot,
a thousand keys with a single lock.
A smile gives you a clue,
you will think of her when you're blue.
Her hands push you away,
in a single touch saying that I must stay.
Every time you saw her with a different kind of guy,
I must choose who to kill or I will die.
A little poem for my beautiful lady,
For whom I practice my photography.
She is an artist and have a passion in art,
my mortality decayed in decoding her heart.
And when the day I surrender to her my whole life,
I know that she is the girl who will be my wife.
