I'll not fall pale at her sight
But the thoughts of her yet haunts me
A beauty that defies common sense
Yet brings weakness to strong knees

Though the truth eludes me
Even when I have it in plain sight
She is the perfect lock for my key
And, in her presence, logic takes flight

So, be it not as it were
For I seek earnestly to find truth
The fortune of her may be elusive
But by me, she shall find Jupiter's cork!