When I imagine the man of
my dreams, I imagine blue
or dark black eyes...
But then your dark brown
eyes filled with passion appear
in my wake...

I imagine straight hair,
raven or dark black...
But yours are full of dark tiny
lustruous curls...
I imagine fair skin as fair as
snow whites...
Whilst yours is a golden brown
as if you were kissed by the
Sun itself...

His body should be lean with
broad shoulders, and a height a
few inchs taller than mine...
Though you are...