Come, come; stand on her doorstep with your flowers and your champagne, take her to the restaurant you think will impress her most, be sure to play the music she says she loves, make clear the way for her and tell her she is beautiful.
Come, come; look into her eyes and be dazzled by them, tell her you have never met anyone like her before, encapsulate her feelings in words and offer them to her life gifts, see the crystal mirror of her face, never suspecting the multi-faceted immeasurable diamond that lies behind it, the jewel that only one has seen.
Come, come; arrange the right compliments in the right way, be gentlemanly, but be sensual and she may let you into her house, may let you into her bed, may let you into herself - you will feel that you are special - but do you even know quite who she is?
No. For all the fine things your offer, you cannot even begin to imagine.
No one will blame you; she does not even know herself any more.
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