I don’t know where it started from,
my dreams or from my a friend’s joke;
but she has taken over me,
like a voodoo smoke.

The way she moves her hair,
over her ear,
and greets me with a hi;
her morning smile and the shine in her eyes,
by GOD I swear, I will die.

Her slim figure and her short hair,
deep eyes and the squirrel voice;
expressions of a pretty child,
beauty so mature and poise;
where were you all my life,
with your laughter of million joys;
GOD must have taken years,
to give me such an electric choice.

When nobody is looking,
sometimes I see her,
steal in my eyes her snap,
decorate in my frame of heart;
and when night falls,
when nobody is around,
I admire and share my closeness with her,
even when we are miles apart.

All my life I always knew,
I was different and somewhat special;
she came in my life and became that reason,
became the princess fairy – the walking angel.

I feel so lucky and cherished,
cos in one soul,
I found my true love and a friend;
I just keep praying to GOD,
this fairy tale has an happy end.