My eyes seek her in ev'ry likely place because she is the shape of which I dream. She's not a classic beauty, has not grace that begets male amazement -- no, her stream
flows through me when she slakes my needful thirst for pure connubiality. Indeed, I know I shall not ever feel a burst of ecstasies inside her; and my seed shall not be planted in her womb; but still
I wish to be her husband when I see her, have the opportunity and thrill to view her naked, hold her blissfully together in both love and passion -- there is why I wish to be with one so rare.