I have got a picture of you in my mind,

Of a girl sweet, gentle, and kind.

A girl with sharp and distinct features,

Which can tempt even the preachers.

A girl with silky black locks,

Of which the whole neighbourhood talks.

A girl with two small lustrous eyes,

Which can roll any boy over like dice.

A girl with those distinct luscious lips,

Talking of which my heart flips.

Your cheeks give you that saucy looks,

Heard and read about in the books.

And what should I say about that chin,

Which is making the entire din.

So on and so forth �

The more I think of you the more clear the picture gets.

But to behold you in person would be something else �

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