As beautiful as the flowers,
She is a garden full grace.
It's rare to witness a beauty of that level,
Full of life and loves embrace.
She sells the flowers by the road,
Looking confident and bold.
People flock to catch a sight,
And too many roses are sold.
With dark brown eyes, and pink flesh,
She's something uncommon to this land.
She nurtures her hair, tying it up,
Whilst hosting flowers in her hand.