I used to like very quiet men
Who studied their Bach and knew Zen
But then you came along
Humming a song
I felt bang crash love with you then.
Eyes are important as well.
In them the soul seems to dwell.
But your eyes were so red
From the dust by the bed
That should have rung a warning bell.
For men who are allergic to dust
Have to be helped to adjust.
Expose them by degrees
Until they don’t sneeze!
Or else daily dusting’s a must