Who Is Mary Jean

[polycarp]

She is dame who amidst dames

Is a damsel

Light is her step, bright her path

Amiable like dove, appealing like a deer

Ravishing like mid-summer phlox

And becoming like light in dark

Slender and comely

Like a goddess

Are her seemly features

Standing graceful and fair

With a beauteous configuration

Like a bundle of blossoming racemes

Luster’s her face like gold

With eyeballs shiny as emerald

Ever wearing a personable smile

Emitting meanings lulling to the heart

Like a cat’s is her gait

With such agreeable footsteps

So pleasant and free

Like a bird in flight

More of an angel than an earthling

So feminine, so reserved, so articulate

In thoughts and words and deeds

So sweet, so refreshing, so fulfilling

Are moments spent with her

Represents she a consummate blessing

To those favored to be her side

A sure epitome

Of nature’s dexterity

A reason for satiety in a world of cares

A reason for gaiety in a life of woes

A reason for hope when all seem lost

Mary Jean, you’re like a stream

In the desert

That’ll never run dry

And a bright light

That’s incandescent.

[LawYeR]

wow lovely poem dear. Mary Jean is a lucky girl

[polycarp]

Thanks LawYer, She sure is lucky but I think I am more fortunate to have her.

[lady cop]

Hi Poly! lovely writing as always! I've missed you!

[LawYeR]

polycarp wrote: Thanks LawYer, She sure is lucky but I think I am more fortunate to have her.


cuuuuute

[polycarp]

lady cop wrote: Hi Poly! lovely writing as always! I've missed you!
Thanks my friend, missed you too.