The falling leaves from the tree
I just want to make you see,
The buzzing honey bee,
The pearl deep in the sea.
I want you to see,
The beauty in those ocean deep eyes,
The redness of your rose like lips.
Your blushing cheeks,
The upwards bend of your smile.
By your perfect little laugh
I want to make you see
The perfect you,
Through my little eyes.
Shakir Ahmed
Class VI