All thing pretty and pink is what you prefer;

Beauty is what all people must treasure.

Bearing a mark of prowess, you'll never defer

That which brings you such pleasure.

Why should you give up your beliefs?

And turn away when so lush.

All those men you have left in grief

Who try so hard not to blush.

When they witness your beauty, they know not what to do

They try just to get your attention.

Everyone fights just to be close to you,

And to be worthy of mention.

Far from fragile you will ever be;

Yes, you, my dear sweet pea.