You are statuesque, muscular and lean
A descendant of an  African Queen
 
You have an aristocratic air
Like a 100 carat diamond you are so rare
 
To your beautiful eyes I long to be near
they speak a language of love my heart need to hear
 
When you smile I run to you on the double
now I know how poor Adam got in trouble
 
When you speak it sounds like the Gettysburg Address
Your intellect never fails to impress
 
I would move heaven, earth and hell
just to talk to you on your "cell"
 
Sadly, none of the above will ever be
because you were only in a dream sent by heaven to me