Who would have thought that perfection was palpable. br Angel speck-less, man can touch, unbelievable! br Beauty wrapped in flesh, the panacea to man’s br sore heart is found. I can see her. I truly can! br br God’s paradigm for creation of women does live. br Her hips are perfect, and her breast substantive, br Tantalizing men, young, and old, to taste of her, br But of the blood of Mary, she is a flower br br Uncut, and her nectar is saved for one bee, who br She will wed and become his queen, he - her lord. True br Virtue that transcends into the ethereal. Touch br From heaven, on earth. To whom Herculean much br br Efforts were made, where men genuflect in request br To be her lord. But tame, they cannot this lioness br For her heart is unto her like her children. br And I am truly blessed to have her as my friend. br br But masked within me are hidden secrets of love - br Undying - for her: my Mona Lisa, above br All other she is to me. So kneeling I pray br That her heart would open to us someday. br br Until then, I wait with closed palms, relishing her br All - hoping that I am the bee for this flower. br Then she would be my queen. Now till that moment, br I will be hers to have, and forever.