She was born on the month of April,
She's beautiful, I call her "Calendar Girl"'
I simply like to be close to her,
But not to the extent as lover.
She's a little bit sensitive and moody,
With superior charm, purity, and simplicity
But this is the saddest reality,
She thought she's just a dear friend to me.
I like the way she talk and smile,
I like the way she deals with life
And the thing that I really like,
Is her big and beautiful eyes.
Sometimes it seems she's my life,
My light in the darkest night
And every time that I see her,
It feels like seeing an angel.
I want her to be successful someday,
And her dreams will turn into reality
I really want her to see,
The spirit of a good man in me.
For me she's more than a goddess,
Knowing her is a heaven's bliss-
And I appreciate her since,
I want to be her half-blood prince.
