“The poem is called: The first glance. You were standing there Your presence changing the atmosphere. I can’t help to stare Your beauty is so rare. Watching you Is like the sunset on the ocean shore. Hearing your voice Left me wanting more. Oh, baby you’re giving me no choice. I beg you to fulfill my loneliness With your gracefulness. I beg you to give me a glimpse Of your pure soul. Baby, make me whole, Make me free And go out with me.” PoemKeenan Book:Under the Moon Source: Under the Moon