She was a little girl,
Young, wild and crazy.
Her smiles were the brightest of all colour,
Her timid the cutest flush,
Her voices, the favourite in my album,
And her thoughts my principle,
She was a masterpiece,
When I met her on thirteen.
In slip of second I felt for her like autumn fall,
And she became my precious diamond.
My thoughts about her never stop like summer rainfall.
And as i watched her each passing day,
She blossomed like spring flower,
By then I don't know how much I fall for her,
But it was never ending like sunrise.