What's the silhouette of her face,
But her colorful heart in mine? It sways,
As it speaks in daunting raps
Mysteries I find in her flicks, best.
Compliments I render,
The Divinely expressed.

Afraid of my intention, apace,
I drown deep without a plan, ahead;
Commotion, feelings in abject.
That's the beauty of intrinsic devotion.
Her face, a mysterious aspiration
A flaunting affection