Secret Admirer

Your voice is like a saxaphone's sigh.
Saying you aren't cahrming would only be a lie.

Your hair is like a spider's web of silk.
Your presence is like a tall warm glass of milk.

Your eyes are like rare seashells lounging on the beach.
They shine like the stars that are sadly out of reach.

Your lips are like a bamboo leaf dancing in the wind.
But it's fragile and it's rough, the kind that's hard to mend.

I'm just a fool for you as you can plainly see.
All I can say it that you've got a hold on me.