By Carlos Cardona
Another such? And can there be but two?
One that teaches, the other sans her breeches?
O but I begin to see not skirts but beaches!
This heat-impressed brain my mind to mar
Reversally, in mockery of eye, that now cannot but see,
That if your voice be half as fair as thee,
The charmed birds you'll conquer from the trees,
And when unused feet begin to walk,
They'll all a-fight for seats to hear you talk,
In flight they'll wing your sighs to lover's graces,
When Cupid wakes in-dream of matching faces,
So when Love strips you to your birthday suit,
Leave chiding by, hearts always seek the root.