Perfectly placed perpetual perfection
standing softly so seers say
By-golly. Beauty brings back
Multiple memories moving magnificently
As an arch acts
When water whirls wavelike wonders
Inside interludes iterating ideas in I
Now nearly nil
My guts ill spill
About a thrill
That’s comes by pill
Of my own will
That could kill
But even still
I’ll take my fill
Because she’s sweet
Because she’s caring
Her locks of wheat
Persona daring
But underneath
She is sharing
A pseudo sheath
Of brave ambitions
So don’t give me false
A surface mask
My little girl
Give me your world