Is it wrong to want my very own Lord Byron to wax poetic about me?
“Her glossy hair was clustered o’er a brow
Bright with intelligence, and fair, and smooth;
Her eyebrow’s shape was like the aerial bow,
Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth,
Mounting at times to a transparent glow,
As if her veins ran lightning. She in sooth
Possessed an air and grace by no means common;
Her stature tall —- I hate a dumpy woman.”
-Don Juan, Canto I, Stanza 61
