Her Prettiness Is Lovely Poem by Saint Cynosure

Seems I always think of her,
as so does tick the time.
The sun it burns away the day,
and she stays on my mind.
Her prettiness is lovely,
as lovely she's the best.
I could find her in a room,
to look past all the rest.
My heart it stays a flutter,
like walking on your toes.
Across a flowing river,
cold from melting snow.
Her prettiness is lovely,
as lovely she the best.
I am so enamored,
by her lovely prettiness...