My Babygirl Poem by Agastya Bhargava

Her eyes have my heart beating on repeat.
Maybe it's because she's making me fall at her feet.
She says she's not beautiful, but she's the epitome of beauty.
I just want to show her, the portayal of what I see.
I fell in love with her, not what she can be,
and it wasn't chance that I met her, it's destiny.
I guess, I'm grateful, because she's made me feel blessed.
Even though at times, all i feel is stressed,
she makes life worth living, the journey worth making.
When I'm without her, I'm so weak that I'm shaking.
I swear sometimes, she's the only thing on my mind.
But my babygirl, is the only one of her kind.