Pease excuse my excitement when I say I've met a girl
Whose face is sweet
But not sweet
For to say it is sweet is to say it is bitter
And to say it is bitter is to say it is tasteless
And regardless she is not from here, and does not understand the language
And I could teach her
But I won't
For to teach her is to know her,
Put sounds and noises to a face that is more than sweet,
A story, a sadness, a soul like my own
To destroy the perfect beauty, withheld from the unknown