And many are the hours when it compels me to verse.
Tonight the subject is your hair.
God Herself must envy it.
You are one gorgeous brunet!
Were you competing with immortal beauties
In contest for "woman's richest ornament",
World-Title would perforce be yours.
Yet to describe your crowning glory,
Countless times before! Tell me,
What hope have I sufficiently to praise
Tresses whose luster utterly captivates my gaze?
What phrase may convey the special
Weight and texture of keratin length,
Which now known to my hand?
Is it enough?
May I sum your majesty, simply say?
I love to curl your hair
Round my fingers when we sleep!
I wish to say, oh girl.
Your hair, it has that electric feel.
Would I ever survive without you?
World too cruel a place,
Neither day nor night could I face without you!
Yet understand I have no wish to suffocate.
I picture no two-bit romance,
Needy lovers joined at the hip. I want
Your freedom and seek only to sleep,
Whatever length of time Destiny grants,
Your body next to mine,
My fingers wrapped in splendor of you, brunet.