If Angelique should choose to pose
A gentle disarray of clothes
Would create poetry from my prose

If she then should deign to smile
Sweet Angelique would me beguile
My poet's pen now set a'fire

Think then what a joy 'twould be
If she should then reveal to me
Her pristine naked symmetry

A symmetry, so cool, so pure
A form to worship, to adore
My Angelique whom I live for