Ah you purple haze,
Where does thou gaze?
Is it for a certain friend in red,
Who has a knack for turning not just your head?
Ah there she stands tall yet frail,
Her vulnerability can cause anyone to derail,
I see another bold lad,
In bright shining yellow clad,
Also turn towards our fragile friend,
Back arched and in a stoop bend,
What is it that might be her charm?
Is it her wispy stature,
Or her delicate nature?
Whatever it might be,
One thing is true to great degree,
She sure knows to use her demureness,
And all the attention harness