Her figure Puts me in a frame of mind That subscribes To the graces of her pleasures. And I haven't even touched, Nor shared a word With my muse.
My relationship with her Is purely my aesthetic and mental view, And my heart's intense pounding When she comes around me. In other words...
I'd like to get to know you.
Thinking bout the times when I see a lady who's intelligent, which increases her beauty in my view. Only, I can never sayba word to them. Only write a quick poem in my mind that ends up being forgotten.