I see a girl stood in the rain,
With her I lose control over brain.
No wait ; it was broad daylight ,
I need to screw my brain tight.
She was a bit tall as I recall,
Her hairs were dark, no scars or mark
What an ordinary site! Oh you must think.
But wait sir, I just haven't blinked.
Determined not to act foolish,
I stood like a soldier Polish
Her looks just killed me
But wise men don't fell for that,
"Looks aren't everything" I must add infact.
Internal beauty is the only thing that matters,
Everything is beautiful in its own way.
Alas! My moral education, by that time she was gone.