They ask me if she's pretty

They ask me if she's pretty But her smile is so bright The moon's jealous of it's light They ask me if she's pretty But every time I see her eyes I prevent my own demise They ask me if she's pretty And I want to be careful Because she's not pretty She's Beautiful I wrote this at midnight for a girl , which I like but I'm not so sure , and , originally, "me" wasn't written in my notebook. Hope you like (pls give me some tips cause this is my first time writing a poem)