She's not a saint but I could have sworn I saw a circle of light around her,
A beauty you dare not profane,
Neither can you resist,
Her jade like sculpted face.

I'm interested but I dare not be interested,
I have no capabilities to be interested,
I can only grumble lowly at how fortunate the proprietrix would be,
Having a saint like beauty at his beck and call.

I would walk a ten mile journey,
Barefooted in a global burning,
To breathe the same breath as you,
I hope you then surround me with your halo,
Else I'm considering tripping over a knife.
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