• A sweet song, I chase.
    A soft caress of my ears
    As her laughter fills the space.

    She speaks with beauty and gentle grace.
    Voice sweet, quiet, and caring,
    It doth make my heart race.

    The soft features of her face
    Tinged pink with winter chill, her beauty is
    Something I can only wish to embrace.

    Delicate heart in a glass case.
    It, under no person's care,
    Would she dare to place.