You are a creature to behold
A fine piece of work
On you the man is sold
Though you can drive the man berserk.

Not to be for he
For you see not a he for you
He must accept and let that be
For only you know you.

Still beholds you none the less
For you’re a creature made of heart
No doubt one of the best
And you always dressin’ sharp.

© Daniel Breslin