What is she thinking?
Why not be the best I can be?
Look at my lips
Look at my hips
My nose
My breast
Look at my chin
Look at her chin
Look at my eyes
What am I thinking?
Beauty is a form of geniusIt's higher, indeed, than genius,
as it needs no explanation
It is of the great fact of the world
Like sunlight,
or springtime,
or the reflection on dark waters
of that silver shell we call the moon
It cannot be questioned
It has its divine right of sovereignty
It makes princes of those who have it
You smile? Ha
When you have lost ityou won't smile
To me, beauty is a wonder of wonders
It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances
The true mystery of the world
is the visible
not the invisible
What am I thinking?
She has my breasts
I want her breasts
I love her eyes
She has my eyes
I need her hips
I want those lips
Her ear, her chin
She wants my nose, I have her nose
I have her hips, her eyes, her lips
and she has mine
