Your grace leaves courters spellbound and at a slight impasse,
for they’d like to woo you, but they do not have the brass.
Ordinary fellows feel they’ve not the right
to ask you for a date in fear they may incite
a cacophony of laughter revealing your disdain
at their misguided efforts—that they would even deign
to think that they were worthy of such a one as you,
deserving of the honor to stoop and kiss your shoe.
Do you feel the portrait that I sketch deserving of your buzz?
Or do you get the message: pretty is as pretty does.