A gentle face, and
caring touch -
I'll tell you, love,
you care too much.
Tearing down the
walls and such,
Grasping any soul
that you can clutch;
For there are some hearts
men should never touch.

A delicate smile:
a guise to treat
the mass of men
who've yet to
meet her - I'd fall dead before I
stretch to greet her.
It or her body, I'd choose a splinter
lodged in my palm,
where it stays all through winter.
She could dress like a fairy,
feignedly, so hinder!
For there are some caves
bats should never enter.