Pretty Girl - A poem by Danish

Cloudy day, winter sun;
I luv this day, every shan (शन meaning second)..
Pretty girl, like an art;
She made a hole, in my heart..
A hole that I, don't like to part;
Coz she made that in my heart..

Pretty girl, pretty girl;
You are very naughty girl.
You stole my heart, broke my heart;
But you are not in my heart..

Hotter sun, Over my head;
I just feel, I were dead..
Then came she, flashed a smile;
She made me, run a mile..
She filled my heart, made it whole;
That's how she filled the hole..

Pretty girl, pretty girl;
You are very naughty girl.
You stole my heart, broke my heart;
But you are still in my heart..

What do I, do now;
Coz I feel the, pain still now..
My heart is patched, thoughts dispatched;
But still not able to, choose my match..
My life still is, worth living;
Let's see what God has to bring...

Pretty girl, pretty girl;
You are very naughty girl.
You stole my heart, broke my heart;
But which of you is in my heart..

--> Danish :)