Sick With Love

What makes you as beautiful as the day?
With your teeth of gold and your hair of hay?
Let me tell you what touches my heart deep within
Of your cute earlobes and alabaster skin
Your eyes are the most beautiful I have seen,
One deep blue, the other green.
Your nose is a ski slope without the skiers,
And on each side of your head you have two large ears.
My heart pines for you; there is no question.
I am sick with love…
… Or perhaps it's indigestion.

- Jonathan Stone