Classic Poem

See her eager face,
Her charm,
Her grace,
Her glance,
Her stance,
Her style,
Walks nice,
Talks nice,
Suits me fine.
Trouble is
The girl is his, not mine.
Not mine, and note the light perfume
She lends
A room,
Her flair,
Her air,
Her smile.
Looks good,
Cooks good,
Warm as wine,
[or]
Thrills me,
Kills me,
She's divine.

Touch not,
Clutch not,
Stay in line.
The only trouble is
The girl is his, not mine!