And the mathematics is on my shoulder
Minus, minus, plus, minus, minus, plus
is the formulae.
How do you win the heart of a virgin girl?
All you have to do is sing a love anthem
and recite the pledge
Thus it goes
‘if you find her romantic eye's skipping Your eyes, find a rose.
And when your rose find out she wears a heart
be sure there is a kind of man she likes'.
Maybe he's the kind who sings like a Nightingale
And call her name in every rhyme
Maybe he's the kind who smiles all time
and sweet in touch as a hive.
Maybe he's the kind who plays on shores
and have her not to every chores
Maybe he's the kind who's worthy of trust
and mindful of breasts and not.
So is the sum
If she is one, and you are one, find her not
If she is touch and you are rough, rush her not
Sure, if I can sing
To call her name in every rhyme
to smile with her
all the time as her kind
I am sure, I am that very man
THE END.
Note: This poem has been featured in Asian Signature and the book 'Love, A four letter word' by Raja William. Also in Emanation by Caplan.
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