Just to clear things up, I didn't write this for or about anyone, nor am I in any way attracted to women.

Closer, dear Annabel,
For this world is full of passion.
Swallow the worries off your lips,
The sweet smell of obligation
That lingers like perfume
In your flowered hair;
Instead, set your eyes and thoughts
On "thank you"s and "please,
It was nothing"s.
Wrap your cold arms
In wrath and contentment;
Sit still and breathe in,
For this world is full of passion.
Oh, sweetest Annabel,
How you wear your heart
So large on either sleeve.