Where sways in the wind the eucalyptus <br />with chiming bells rolls the bullock cart <br />lies the hut of my dream sown in wild grass <br />lives the girl I have loved and given my heart! <br /> <br />She is the girl not been ever to a city <br />she isn't the girl can call clever and witty <br />a girl without a mirror she's the most pretty <br />and I have loved her and given all my heart! <br /> <br />Her skin is dark cloud her lips river's flow <br />her eyes are sky deep tinged with rainbow <br />she isn't the girl skilled in love's fine art <br />she is the girl I have loved and given my heart! <br /> <br />Her hair rusty black makes the winds insane <br />her smiles streaming brook no artist can paint <br />a girl without polish yet a beauty on the earth <br />and I have loved her and given all of my heart!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-s-the-girl-4/
