More Than A Pretty Face

Upon skin's surface tis not all I see

For thine hath more complex inner beauty

Thou art not thine eyes, more than thine sweet lips

Nor thine hair, tantalising legs, nor hips

Thine beauty speaks softly, but bold alas

Thou upholds thyself with cunning and class

Tis my night as well as my day, shine bright

Thoughts turn to desire, one's I cannot fight

What am I to do, but sit and wait here

Dreaming of a grand world, where thou art near

Where I can hold thee, and comfort thine fears

And when thou art downtrodden, wipe thine tears

Such a fantasy as this, is as sweet

And should it come true, that would be a treat