There is a woman to desire
I might say to you some day
Pointing to a plain-looking girl
With mousy hair not-quite fixed
Glasses perched upon her nose
A clutch of books upon her chest

Look, I might say leaning forward
How her mind pokes at the world
Without ego to cloud its vision
See how shyly she drops her eyes
Unused to base men's attention
Fearing that we might be mocking

This world might not fall aghast
At the sturdy boots of such a girl
They may not value a curious mind
Her tireless search for hidden truth
But I might say to you that day
There is a woman to desire