It's hard not to stare when eyes command such glory,
and hands expose such a pleasing picture,
and hips sing such a festive song.

There's a sweet amour
for a smile that transcends any star.
For a soft wrinkle that deeds divine interest,
and the scar that rewards the conquer of turbulence.

How strong and worthy you are
and blissful and replete.
You are perfect,
You've earned everything.

Spin the world right round,
right round,
and please, teach me how to dance.
You made this path, so lead the way.

I will stare, and I will follow, and I will smile.
I will need you, but I will not love you.