In the Eye of the Beholder

'Love at first sight' is a phrase today
That spells more than I could say.
A dimple on a damsel sends X up and away,
Where Y and Z become her shoulders' prey.
Some chaps fall for missies with hair astray,
While others prefer it combed in neat array,
Whereas some others swoon at a braided display.
Inference of aesthetics does not rules obey:
If one bloke deems a lass' frame just OK,
The next man sends her an anon bouquet.
I know of boys dreaming through work and play
About girls you'd goggle at if you were gay.
But no one could top my pal by name J,
Who's wired up in a fashion I can't convey;
His romantic tale is far from a cliché,
For he fell in love with a maiden's X-ray.