The Wonder called 'D'

She carries the fragrance of love with her where ever she goes,
If I could, then everyday I would gift her a rose,
Her smile is lovely, and so are her toes,
Her hair is smooth, and brightly her face glows,
She moves with elegance, and mischeiviously the wind around her just blows,
She is surely the prettiest, I dont want to suppose,
Against her beauty, even the daintiest flower bows,
I am lucky, for I as a friend, she chose,
The marvel that she is, cant fit into one prose,
The lengths of her innocense, God only knows!