Aye, I love thee for thy eyes
That ocean blue and black abysm
Thy virtues veracity lacking lies
And admirable adamant atheism
Thy razor sharp mind and curvy hips
For thy ferocious freethinking fervor
& those demonically delicious lips
of which I want way way more
For thy bright blond sunshine rays
And those dresses from which you glow
For our radiant nights and serene days
Which have made you within me grow
For how you wield your whipping wit
And when you speak like a native brit
For your tender heart and sincere smile
What more can I say, I like your style.
