1. A Swaying, Alluring Grace
Your poise sways not, nor loses balance,

2. Polished soft this cheek's fair chalcedony.
Perfect the hidden charm the Maker gave

3. To curve this temple's sweetly patterned stone.
Languid those eyes - the whole world they enslave,

4. Fringed exquisite, beguiling all they see.
Each glance you give wounds my heart pleasantly,

5. Like coffee's bittersweet in aftertaste.
You breathed - my eyes clung to yours instantly: