Her

Her heart is pure, Though a little bit insecure, Her eyes are catchy, hair's a bit messy, Her lips are sketchy, She cares for nothing, I keep basking and bathing, In the sunshine and tears, Her gaze is like spears, Oh! Could I care less- about her strictness, She is soft by heart, All jokes apart, Weakened sight but sharp memory, I can't quit saying " I am sorry" You are crap, Love is a trap, Bequeath it to someone else she said, But you are my trap, love you my maid.