She blew into his life like a whirlwind; a nice girl with her amethyst eyes and auburn hair,
But behind her loveliness, this girl had a cold attitude and a heart without care.
She was mean and wicked…like a nightmare from the bottomless depths of hell,
And she had a nasty aura of herself that could scare a turtle back into its shell.
But although this girl was malicious, she really seemed to attract a dear friend of mine,
Though unlike her, my friend had a heart of gold and was very kind.
He had cumulous gray eyes and indigo coloured hair,
And behind his tanned innocent face was not a drop of despair.
And this blissful friend of mine seemed to adore the malicious girl very much,
For he would smile gaily when he was around her or turned to mush at her coarse touch.
And why my friend likes this girl, I can't understand why?
Because liking a girl as evil as that was like liking a Spanish fly.
But every time I asked my friend why he liked this malicious girl,
He would tell me the same thing that she was more beautiful than the world,
He would also say to me that deep down; this particular girl was sweet and had a heart,
But to me, between her and the devil…I could not tell them apart.
But although I disliked this girl, my friend…he did not,
It was like he was hit by Cupid when he saw this girl, because he likes her a lot.
And to tell you all the truth, my friend and the malicious girl really look sweet together, I have to say,
But the time when my friend confesses his true feelings to this girl, now that will be the day.
So now you have reached the end of the poem and you must wonder who the poet must be,
But I am not going to tell you because I promised MistressPC.
But…here are some hints about myself that I think I should tell you,
I'm cute, small and I love to say 'momentie', does that give you a clue?
MistressPC: Hey….I told him not to tell! Lol! Please review.