Orange hair.
Always tied up.
Yellow top.
The favourite she never takes off.
Her smile.
Her eyes.
Beautiful.
Sure,
I've seen no other girl.
It does not mean I can't say.
Say that no other could compare.
Sure,
My brothers laugh.
Don't show understanding.
But one day, I'll say,
I love her.










Nice poem!!
I identify with him a lot, and as I'm not willing to put that into a poem, I've chosen him and April...