Men who are ordinary ought to beware Those extraordinary beauties with Beguiling eyes and depths They can never plumb, thinking Thoughts that exclude all of yours, And the little looks now and then, Your sliver of chance, you would be wise To look beyond, but we were fashioned With our own eyes and seek such beauty And wish to own it - a normal sort Of thing if it is not Too great, but if it is then There will be rivals Which she may enjoy Unless she have a wearied will And see you somewhat the same The name might be in love, I've inscribed it so and recall Striving with her in dreams, Sleeping now, tired from Her latest medical procedure. --- This email has been checked for viruses by Avast antivirus software. http://www.avast.com