Saxophone

The coolest woman that I've ever known Does back flips, with a ribbon in her hand Dissolving into swirls, a red headband Creating rainbows. I'm not made of stone. I was amazed, attentive, and alone When I discovered that her knowledge spanned From calculus to getting safely tanned, And she knows how to play the saxophone. Compared to this, my capabilities Are nothing, and my knowledge even less; My heart is open, but my head's a mess, And watching her now only makes me wheeze. I've begged her to destroy my enemies, But if she will is something I can't guess.