What’s in this ponytailed woman I see?
Those fine locks of hair wrapped up with a tie,
Sparkling eyes o’er a glass of Chablis,
And a smile so bright, it ushers a sigh,
Is it confidence? What makes her so free,
That she’ll show me her unfiltered face,
Those ears and those cheeks, they won’t let me be,
And my heart… it is starting to race,
She’s feisty… smart… and a beauty to boot,
Dignified grace, with a helping of snark,
Her words… no question, this woman’s astute,
And what’s this between us that sparks?
My love, be still! In your sea, shall I drown?
Sweet Joy, in my dreams, you let that hair down.
- Scott Alexander McKenzie