Women think in circles,
Men in straight lines,
The two can intersect,
But can never meet,
'Cept for a short while.
The two believe in miracles,
Wonders of all kinds;
And energy they do invest
In efforts so discreet,
A deft glance, a sly smile.
With delicious fervour they cross,
Men and women all;
Tis passion which melts the frost,
And the line intersects the circle,
But only for a short while. |
