Worlds apart, soaring high,
Like an Eagle in the sky.
Quietly embracing me to perform ,
The lovers song.
Such naked glory, such frivolous debate,
Such wanton givings and such great taste.
Such heavenly beauty, such earthly prowess.
Such coolness, intense and and hard to digress.
A mind born of angels, and wizards alike,
So divine in its workings and steeped in delight.
Strawberries and cream, in womanly kind,
You’ve got the taste, that I’d like as mine.
So freely admiring, I am for you.
No matter the history, or jargon that’s blue.
You’re my kinda gal, that I can’t deny,
So nurtured and apt, like I am for you.