Like the sadness would not attack;
Her hair smells like coconut,
As the taste of that candy;
Like the sweet weather of May,
She smiles bubbly in her jeans;
As her eyes twinkles forward,
Likely, people will get jinxed;
She is like a hot chocolate,
As if it is cold outside;
Like a cool lemonade aside,
She's like a breeze in hot summer;
Like the theory of cherry soda,
She perks easily with a shake;
As time passes, she is still,
She is daughter of my aunt;
She's like a sister to me,
As I missed my childhood buddy.
