Is there a one who could resist
Your perfect eyes
Your perfect wrists
Who could not love your golden hair
Your golden feet
As you stand there?
And who among these mortal men
Would dare defy
those fingers ten
If one should beckon, they would run
And follow you
Til day be done
And someday we will all grow old,
Yet still we'll love
Your ankles gold
And still we'll wait for you to choose
Which one as lover
You will use.



