She has the name of a season.
My least favorite season, but she makes it adorable.
She has the most beautiful, mesmerizing eyes.
She's got red hair that has an awkward wave to it, but I find it irresistible.
Her lips are always painted a pigment of red or pink.
Her eyeliner isn't perfect, but it is to me.
I call her baby, I call her sweetheart, but I most of all call her mine.
I get jealous when people crowd around her,
When people hug her or tease her,
But it's okay because I know that I'm her's.
Her style is laid-back, PJs all day, hair almost always in a messy ponytail.
Hand intertwined with mine all the way down the hallway,
Small kisses shared as we pass each other by.
She is beauty. She is perfect. She is mine.