Om en Ven, en Muse, en man har Brug for

She's a mystery to me,
Yet she's so obscure
She's all these things you wouldn't imagine she'd be,
So innocent and oh so pure

She's a riddle I can't figure out
The way she smiles!
She just takes you right in, no need to exploit
For her, anyone would walk a thousand miles

She's simply a puzzle no one can solve
Oh how she ever strives to evolve
I don't think you can do anything,
But to simply fall in love.