I'm getting better at this
    I really think I am
I hear you when you speak now
    And I take it with all
     The gravity of your eyes

We talked of human compassion
    Or the general lack thereof
     In the cruel public
You told me how it makes you feel;
    The way they chatter and leer

I said it was only because you're beautiful
    You said you didn't think so
I turned my head in shame
    Of all the stolen glances
And so I vowed to only stare
    When you were turned the other way

Although I was enamored with
    The lovely shape of your behind;
The curve of your hips;
    The ***** of your spine
I soon found myself missing
    The way your ******* so generously extended
     From your chest in profile

And the light that struggled in vain
    To illuminate the deep ravine where they meet
And I grieved for the loss of your eyes;
    The dark tresses that frame your face;
     The way your lips curled when you smiled

So I've thought of a great compromise:
     Perhaps we can talk again sometime