Saint Laurent she urged, for good;
Sake I lamented, for God’s.
Givenchy she applied, run;
Gift I crafted, made fun.

First encounter, I was your pow.
On second thought, just “Wow”.
Enthusiast in anime, made in moe;
House in dream, gate in gold.

Conquered without a sword, thee, girl, my lord!
Only were it a girl, I can afford!

Disclaimer: The poem is not about a girl I ever had affair with. It's actually full of complain about the unnecessary & unpolished monetary system of a Hyperdimension Neptunia (超次元ゲイム ネプテューヌ) spin-off I was playing at the time, developed by Compile Heart and published by Idea Factory.