Don't do it,
Don't even try,
Seasons yearned for it,
What autumn just complied.
Don't you tuck,
Fallen hair behind...
Till the spring blows a whistle.
Till the summer harsh up a little.
Or else, you may allow
My fingers to tuck them in.
To be close to those perfect lips...
To feel the velvet of your skin...
To sing a song into your ear,
And light up the evening a bit.
Then, let the body do the talking
If only, you permit...
Stepping close I wonder,
Beauty so sublime.
Speaking only with her eyes,
She pauses time.
*Aphrodite is the greek goddess of love and beauty.