On a girl who I know...

Imagine a garden where thousand butterflies flutter
That is how it is when she speaks
She laughs, smiles and giggles but as a child
She talks and talks, not that she is all talkative
But one who speaks her mind and heart aloud
Never her speech did I find laced with butter
But plain and sincere from heart
There is one trick that she has a good hand at
She lets one have the air of suspicion that she is ignorant
That's a real catch, never fall into it
She is all witty but intelligent
So please be careful cos she is an angelic predator