What You Mean. Poem by Za Italian Buffon

Be aware of what thou mean,
and try to get me right.
Unlike thee, all that is seen,
an awesome pleasure for one's sight.
Selfsame goddess of beauty and tranquility,
who hunts only this lucky I.
Holly, as you always will be
for me, for others up and high.

Runaway Venus! Try to hide away,
'cuz a paramount angel was born today,
Ascended all the way from heaven
and made me love HER in every possible way.