Hey beautiful,

It's me again.

The same guy that can't get off you.

You different... And I know,

So different from the others.

I have my typical type of girl

But you are far from it.

I love demure... But you are opposite.

I love gentle... You strike no resemblance.

I love calm... But you are choppy.

You're not my usual type of girl 

The painted woman of my dreams

But there's something... Just one thing.

No! Many things.

That makes you special.

Firstly, it's the heart

Very accommodative and supportive.

Secondly, it's the tussle 

Every man type of girl.

Thirdly, it's the beauty 

Far from what a eye can behold.

You are you,

And I love that.

I thank the stars—

For the day our path crossed,

For you are an angel.