A collection of teeth
You so proudly display
Whenever your heart desires
Whenever it is content
Framed by beautiful lips
And only surpassed by your eyes
Like tiny ring-shaped meadows
More majestic than the plateaus of Ireland
As your hair waterfalls around your face
Streaming down as a contour
Rays of blonde flicker through a forest of walnut
Although my love is great and friendly
With better eyes than mine you should be admired
From one with a worthier soul  should come desire
A bow, a welcome to a better man
So I leave you, my love, for worthier souls