My love knows no bounds
Just as all love should.
For all of you are beautiful,
Surrounded in your robes of seaweed
Lies your shining indian coin.
Not a soul is ugly.
Not a one should be pitied.
For everyone's skin smells of
Pine trees and lemon detergent
and nothing the black and white picture shows
Or the english professors can say
Will change me.
 

~Jan Brian Vis