"Hmmm... let's use my brilliant powers of deduction to figure out who the lucky mystery person is! And I'm also a love detective. Love doctor and love detective. Awesome, right?" Frisk takes a puff on an imaginary pipe, winks, and begins pacing back and forth. Chin in hand, they scrutinize the poem. "Hm... golden hair, sparkling skin, eyes like spring. That narrows it down significantly. Adonis implies that it's a guy. Considering you spent an entire stanza talking about how you have a sudden cessation of higher brain functions whenever you're around him and you decided to just kinda... hand this to me rather than recite it, there's a decent chance he's somewhere in this room. Which again narrows it down significantly. And he's probably someone around your age. So, my guess is..."

They lower their voice out of courtesy. "Agreste? Okay, yeah, you have good taste. Nice guy and a hot piece of ass. Just kidding on that last part. Maybe."