Her

The girl over there, that is her.
With sunshine golden in her hair,
Silver-blue sky shines through her eyes.
Soft white moonlight lined by sunset
From only a casual smile.
Precious wave, to accompany
Her dear sight's alight on me.
What sounds do issue forth? Her voice,
To make Sirens green with jealousy,
And Nightingales fly off in shame.
Oh incomparable angel,
Amazing Girl! What is your name?