It was an afternoon super cosy, the birds of the air
Seemed to be on holiday;
Heartbroken, I sauntered hither and thither, soliloquising and lo a wingless angel breezed in;
Her dress billowed in the breeze like a tattered kite,
And her nicely-sited breasts smiled at me, dangling and dangling.
Oh, I wished I could control my eyes! I so wished I could get my eyes of that jewel of inestimable value--indeed she's the world's epitome of beauty, pulchritudinous in all façades.
Indeed, she's the epitome of perfection, the silky gazelle of the esteemed Paradise, for every so often she blazes radiance on me in a blissful beam!