Girlie, the most I love about you,
Is how you channel a fox:
You never dare to stare,
Yet the boys you always mock.
From time to time, you smile,
Slowly, in your heart, emotions you pile:
While Swinging a swordless sword,
You cut the heart cords.
On my heart still shows,
The way you wounded me, with ulcers and blows,
But, if I had to be wounded twenty times more,
Enemy of mine you cannot become, for sure!