My natural weakness, carved of dreams,
A vision that lingers, a melody that streams.
Thrilling in my head, a soft, siren call,
Every time I think of you, I begin to fall.

Yours' are enchanting eyes that ensnare,
The natural window to a soul beyond compare.
Your's are soft, full lips that whispers and sing,
A temptation as sweet as the dawn of spring.

Magnificent legs, a sculptor’s delight,
Graceful as shadows...