A period of youthful vim ferments as coruscating golden flecks in eyes that mesmerise and tantalise, give rise to secrets in my breast to stir, foment. The xanthous tresses that cascade torment. My eager and impressionable sighs that echo every pirouette and pliés, a fleeting intercession of lament. A maverick when it comes to amour and quintessentially a rakish cad. Unrequited love longstanding rancour, but finally become your paramour. An enigmatic smile ever so sad; your broken heart I gladly give succour.