I love you for what you seem.

Dear, can you be what you seam, inside your shell?

I fear, you may not show how you are inside.

Dear, can you admit me to peep inside your shell?

I fear, you may not expose the secrets inside.

As long as you are not open with your shell inside

Why should I bother to know what is there in the Hell?

And why not what you seem outside alone can enthrall me?

I love you for what you seem and not for what are inside.

I shall be concerned with your pericarp, potent in full.

You can keep your kernel to yourself opaque.

30.04.2001