The pretty girl.

I saw her watching,
The birds in the hair,
Looking like she'd never glare.
She had fair hair,
That one would stare,
She had corn blue eyes,
Pretty as the sky,
For a surprise,
With rosebud lips,
So little,
Like pips,
Singing like a mermaid,
That I would not go away,
I stayed,
She will be my love,
With me,
Like a dove.