Like the bonnie
Hereditary lines you descend from
You are beautiful

Through cumulative generations
Your estrogenic figure seems meliorate
But that's not what I'm here for
You see I'm here for what's beyond the eye
For I know there are shades of blue beyond those onyx eyes

I desire to engage with your soul
And for your soul to engage with mine
Not in the concupiscence sense
We'll talk about that another time

So Babygirl name your time
Name your place
No obstacles are bound to stop Psyches from attachment

For what I dream we'll have can over every,
and surely create plenty

Babygirl...