Whoa
the wind blows
and her hair dance
in the gusts
and lo
like a snare my
naive heart is
trapped
oooooh my heart is
blown to shreds
by that sweet temptress
that word magician
that Princess of Hearts
who rules men
from the Pacific
to the Bay of Bengal
whose sweet breaths
make suitors go wild
from the Arabian sea
to the vast Atlantic
I know her as my sweet
unassuming fren
who people call
aweinspiring
naive
jazzy
adorable
luminous
