The way she smells, makes me feel extraordinary.
Almost as if every time I got a whiff of her,
It would make me feel as if I had sniffed cocaine.

The way she walks, as if she owned the place.
Everyone makes way for her.
Almost as if everyone just decided that they should let her through,
But no one understands why.

The way she talks, like everything she has to say is something important,
As if she was to be a judge,
And people would only listen to her.
Her voice, so angelic,
It makes me wonder if she really is a human.

And to top it all off,
I’m also in love with her.