She possess vulture's eyes when mad yet cat's eye when glad.
She eats a lot like a rat yet complains of being stout and fat.
Couldn't seem to understand, always thinks things come out of hand.
I don't know why I love her but I do.
Maintains a fixed mind when deciding, but in a while her mind is doubting.
Leaping without thinking, jumping without looking.
Sticks to what she knows is right, does not care if it causes one big fight.
I don't know why I love her but I do.
She sings like a threatened mantis, way better than Anne Curtis.
Dances like Michael Jackson, Michael Jackson without his body on.
Does not like to be pampered much, but craves to experience "kilig-much."
I don't know why I love her but I do.
She makes me cry but she's the one ending up having a sty.
She makes me laugh when I couldn't handle stuffs,
She shares my burden yet we're miles apart even.
I don't know why I love her but I do.
Her family she nags about, yet her family she'd die without.
One small challenge she'd try to escape, yet comes back with a magic cape.
Does not care what others might think, does not care what stink she could bring.
I don't know why I love her but I do.
49 months now we have been, 49 months now I am still most keen.
Haves a headache with computing, always passes on to me the counting.
All she does is best is bragging, bragging of how pretty of her as a being.
I don't know why I love her but I do.
Today she turned twenty-two, her stubbornness became plenty-too.
I do not have fancy flowers nor sweet chocolates to offer,
But I hope to her it wouldn't matter.
Happy Birthday Timmy Claire. :)
I don't know why I love you, but I do. I love you.
Lechon ta diha! :)
