

I like this newfound trendy couture,
It charmingly suits your magnificent stature,
Sending my quivering heart into a heavenly rapture,
I will never hurt your feelings to the point of rupture,
Rather I will succumb to self-inflicted torture,
Or bore you with pointless elaborate lectures,
You stay fixated in my heart and soul as a permanent picture,
I don’t need a separate camera capture,
I am glued to you watching every single gesture,
As every motion of yours is a click-worthy posture,
I will zoom over you like a protective vulture,
As you are god’s finest facture.

