You’re my beauty (boredom’s death!)

The beast maybe me, I don’t know

Or p’raps a frog who’ll suddenly grow

Into a prince (don’t hold your breath!)

I love your lips touching my own

Your darling head against my chest

And what is tenderest , what is best

You make in me – all dark thoughts flown

I’m prone maybe to finding fault

But when I think of your dear face

Recall the heat of your embrace

That tendency comes to a halt

And my heart turns a somersault.