Libra, the scales, Gemini, the twins, all she missed was a pair of wings Genesis of love in the month of fools saw his dove near by the grooves Pointed chin and aquiline nose, porcelain skin as white as snow Resting over her ears, glittering glasses to refrain from tears, shielding black roses With spikes and goatee, appeared the devil His sanguine heart intended no evil Though with butterflies in stomach and a pounding heart, he promenaded with hands in pocket and looked smart Showed up alone, the Stranger Wow! He called her an angel Is that why she hid her name? May be, she thought that he was so lame Blurred vision, as she walks away With a broken heart, he says, “Oh! My daisy! Lily of the valley! Bid farewell to the halo, my divine! Don’t fly again, just be mine”