On a wintry night a traveler she did see,
Walking down a long and snow covered road
A pilgrim soul, alone, and not yet free
To feel the fire of her naked breasts unfold
Like the radiance of the soft petals of a rose,
Which once had grown upon a branch of gold
She wished in a doorway, quite amazed I am told
And saw a man who was clad in tattered clothes,
With a face that was pure and kind and bold
And she looked upon him with much longing,
With her every desire bursting and thronging
Through her weary soul; and, or so I'm told
When at last their thirsty souls did meet,
Their hearts danced as one in love's sweet heat

Never judge a person by their clothes.