She's belligerent,

I'm friendly.

She's exuberant,

I'm gloomy.

She does what she wants,

without a second thought.

I, on the other hand,

thinks a lot.

Apart from all this difference,

She knows when I need her the most.

Always would she work for my deliverance.

But she'd never shows it or boast.

In every condition,

I could improvise.

But the moment I look into her eyes,

All of a sudden, I lose my poise.

There's something about her,

which I just can't understand.

The more I tell myself to deter,

the more I get avid to hold her hand.

Now while I watch the sunset,

I look at her.

I didn't tell her yet,

well, leave it... some other day for sure.