You're beautiful, I am too shy, I guess I'm just That kind of guy. Your soothing voice Sounds of angels, Every time you speak I feel so warm. I have no choice But to feel you, To hold you tight With all my might I squeeze you 'Til you scream in fright Oh what a sight! Light up the night. But I am sad, why? I haven't the courage To look into your twinkling eye.
This poem is about a very old, very beautiful gal. She was born Tula, Russia in 1934 and goes by the name of Mosin Nagant.