I beseeched God for a baby but instead He gave me an Angel,
soft skin like a white rose so beautiful,
I anxiously hate to lose a petal.
Your cute eyes were cloned from your mum,
...
High tides do come my way,
but I choose to stand tall.
Knocked at different momentums,
but i refuse to fall.
...
As she approached,
Suddenly her captivating appearance,
Became a threat to my confidence.
Like an auto-focus camera,
...