Your beauty deserves a parade; I'll be the drum and confetti.
I’d risk a hyena's joke for one of your enchanting smiles.
You stole my attention—I'll file a gentle, permanent claim.
Can I be your lookout? From here, your beauty never wanes.
My heart roars your name louder than any thunder on the plains.
You've got that regal stride—mind if I walk beside you?
I hunted for courage and found you—mind sharing your den?
