Dear Gentle Man,
I have been in deepest contemplation
Over your skewed courting expectations.
What are your intentions with me about?
You were rather vague, without a doubt.
Why did you mention to soften my lips?
As if a kiss were implied as premise!
When you passed last night, with tip of your hat
Your eyes untied my corset. I noticed that!
There flares a wild at heart nature in your stare
As if passions are waiting to strip me bare.
Then, you placed your coat across the wet street
To prevent mud splashing upon my feet.
You seem to be part fox and part rabbit.
Are you refined or feral? Which is your habit?
I might find delight in your mystery,
But to figure me out is your victory.
Who should I believe lives behind that smile?
Perhaps we can meet for tea for awhile.
I'm wrestling with speculation, dear gentle man
Will you win my heart? Woo me if you can.
Sincerely, with waiting affection,