I keep thinking of thy eyes
   How they slice me through my soul,
Thy ethereal smile so effervescent
   Which tends to vapourize in the thin air,
Thy pouting lips behaving tight
   In tandem to maintain the fake decorum,
The lovelocks in your shining dark hair
   Tending to cascade down opening-up,
What keeps me thinking of thy soul
   I myself am not sure how the passion grows.