Am I chasing a ghost, without the cape?
Or have I succumb to man's preferred taste
This being may not appear brightly clear
But these two eyes shall never, from her, steer
In an Eastern bath, she would have arose
Gently drying off her Malaysian skin
To clothe in a silk Japanese plaid robe
Planning my and her day that we shall spend
Intelligence and a swift sharpened tongue
She shall very intricately possess
To those outsiders, she will be loving
But to me, will she consistently test
As God created Eve from Adam's bone
During a remarkable deathly nap
This lady will be a part of my mind
Until my arms around her will be wrapped
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