You're beautiful, what can I say?
With your pale form I'd love to lay
And if you'd only say I may-
Oh, verily I should be gay! (ha not that way silly :)
Shiny blond hair that I can touch
To see its gift and love it much.
Pale creamy skin, the purest kind
If she was dark I know I'd mind.
But she isn't.
She is pure
And worthy of my desire.
Her skin- it is as soft as snow
Her mind's a place where angels go.
I don't know how, my love to show.
