Sweet and Sour


She is a cupcake with some lemon on top

Cares when needed and ignores when not

Her gesture are kind but her words are blunt

Sweet and sour irresistible not to love.


Best friend to her mom,

Her enthusiasm is for non to stop

Her belief may depend on logic or faith 

Yeah they may disagree, but can't hate 


She has got the maturity of an old soul and innocence of a child 

The type whose laughter could fight the wild 

She is true to herself and people around 

Her friendship is something that does not bound.


Free is her ways and thoughts perhaps 

Dives right in for a humble chat

Sometimes she can be a hard one to please

Little secret there be real now see where you reach.


I am lucky to have her always by my side 

Someone who makes things easier not to hide

My little cupcake who brighten the mood 

With a hint of a lemon blended real good.


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