Stuck inside these four walls,

For an utterly divine woman I’d fall,

Like you, beautiful as a porcelain doll,

I’d love to talk, but I’m afraid to call.

I cringe at the mention of love,

Especially when you’re as elegant as a dove,

Eyes as bright as a full summer moon,

Smooth as the burning desert dunes.

Sweet as a ripe, red, juicy peach,

The thought of you makes my heart breach,

I want to lie naked with you on a white beach,

Yet I think you’re just out of reach.