She is the one I seek
To peak, sneak and speak
As she is the one who confuses
Roses and tulips
With her lips!
But those eyes!
Comely Chatoyant, conflated with luck but thrill, one be seen by, instant....
Briskly stoned to amazed-sight of brilliance...
Not by, deep-in-touch, thou to thee, enough to  dalliance...
An elixir if she's demure..
Elsewhere she'd thrust her sight
You'd see nothing! Nomore!
Eloquence! Of her, I'd get myself the fur
If I am to hold to speak, when she lilt...
And finally the pain I dwell in...
She fades herself away
Leave instill smiles, they stay!

She call my name to dream!