You fire my imagination
With your exquisiteness.
Can’t give an exact description;
At language, I’ve no aptness.
I shall attempt anyway,
Trust everyone understands,
What I’m going to say,
Isn’t a pretense.
Your eyes are stars twinkling,
There, your soul I can see;
While your teeth, sparkling,
Pearly whiteness draws me.
Your dark tresses,
Flutter, a butterfly on my face,
Make me lose my senses,
But I take it with good grace.
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