IF
(to someone I was flirting on the net, although I guess I hadd someone else in my mind's eye at that time))
If Each woman's beauty
Was measured in a rose
In a field far far away
Yours would be the only one
Where bees came and did stay
If each woman's beauty
Was described in simple prose
In a magical book somewhere
Yours would be the only poem
With men sitting, eyes a-stare
If each woman's beauty
Was a small stream or brook
In the middle of an enchanted forest
Yours would be the only river
Whose banks overflowed