Real honey, is what she is, for one, that I claim.
She has pretty eyes that call his name.
A smile, so warm, it melts the skies,
Like morning sun in soft sunrise.

Her figure flows, a work of art,
That draws the breath straight from his heart.
In every glance, in every tone,
She is a world, he wishes to own.

No words could paint the grace she spun
Her beauty, soul, and joy in one.