Is he a saint I see in golden glow?
Or do eyes mine accustom cataracts?
I can reroute rude gaze I glaze things so
A fluke encounter fantasies exacts
The natural appearance furthers facts
They reckon hes unreal I neednt check
The curly hair of crush the heart impacts
Ill wait on him Ill bound to call and beck
Ill never marry him if nervous wreck
Exuberance and beauty work as one
Youth passes quickly gauche and pain in neck
Its wrinkle free yet less than total fun
I mute emotions rig a point of view
I play out honey his in pastel hue
Chorus view look peer
