'Tis the tits that taught me the truth,
That's thriving through your peach-bloom,
Showing in the radiant glow,
Like rouge that overlooked any rule.
'Tis the lines that limited me loose,
Which trampled down my heart of gloom,
Grieving about time being an arrow,
Like a sword stabbed in my rue.
'Tis the belly that broadened me brightly,
Barely could I compromise with my envy,
Torturing me with the unfadable image,
That's your sign, hearty, genuine smiling.
'Tis the feet that fiddled my fate,
Fortunate as no one could be, peeping with glee,
Then nobody could tell me to wait,
To let my jubilation prevail with ease.
'Tis the ears that erased my ease,
For the beauty that I couldn't reach.
Endless hole matches my endless love,
Come over, my love, you need to hear my vow.