The faults of spirit lurk in glamour looks
I want emphatic promised paradise
Id die to kiss at leisure knobs and nooks
I sense touched stock still shed sort sticky ice
Ive watched her boldly brush off beta sooks
They come to sudden notice pass as nice
Ive watched her subtly sift out small time crooks
They come to casual notice roll of dice
I catch her crinkled nose her doe eyes start
I lead the list of long term candidates
I reckon well emerge as best of mates
Ive reached the zenith zone in zodiac chart
Im sick of loves allure I must allow
I live to form the furious furrowed brow
Chorus allow grant recognise
