I want to be a scientist
Who hunts to make a list
Of the secret which is behind the mist
Hidden in her eyes which is the catalyst
Of my life. I want to be an artist
Who sketches her eyes in a twist
Of revealing the secret which is the gift
Containing my pleasure and my life to shift
Me from dullness to delight.

I am aware of her glad
On seeing me and I had
The measure of her mad
In looking with sad
Because of my absence
Which causes her no sense
And thinking my presence
For feeling new sense.