To A Lady Only I Know
Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 1:37 am
Thou art
Cool yet not taciturn
Benign and not frenzy
Wary but not subtle
And the fairest of them all
What more of a dame could be asked?
(ii)
Like a gazelle’s
Are thy curvatures
Like a springtide rose
Thy mild smile
With such a soothing temperance
Unleash you all day
Bundles of sweetness
(iii)
Your palpable beauty radiates
Like light from the sun
Your voice soothes
Like the orchestration of Beethoven
While the sight of your svelte curves
Catapults a mind to the zenith of bliss
And self actualization
(iv)
When you walk the streets
Around you dwells an aura of pleasantness
That sparks a universal appeal
Whose magnetic effects
Always make you like a goldfish
Who has no hiding place
(iv)
Across pleasant leas
In the heart of paradise
Dwell I amidst meanings sublime
When I close my eyes to picture you
(v)
In the final analysis
Be thou informed
That this world plus its host of wares
Are but like a farmland filled with tares
Without you to call my own
(vi)
You’re sure more than not
The peak of reasonable conception
Of beauty at its best
And you’ll ever remain
Not just a source of inspiration
But a fountain of cascading blessings
Cool yet not taciturn
Benign and not frenzy
Wary but not subtle
And the fairest of them all
What more of a dame could be asked?
(ii)
Like a gazelle’s
Are thy curvatures
Like a springtide rose
Thy mild smile
With such a soothing temperance
Unleash you all day
Bundles of sweetness
(iii)
Your palpable beauty radiates
Like light from the sun
Your voice soothes
Like the orchestration of Beethoven
While the sight of your svelte curves
Catapults a mind to the zenith of bliss
And self actualization
(iv)
When you walk the streets
Around you dwells an aura of pleasantness
That sparks a universal appeal
Whose magnetic effects
Always make you like a goldfish
Who has no hiding place
(iv)
Across pleasant leas
In the heart of paradise
Dwell I amidst meanings sublime
When I close my eyes to picture you
(v)
In the final analysis
Be thou informed
That this world plus its host of wares
Are but like a farmland filled with tares
Without you to call my own
(vi)
You’re sure more than not
The peak of reasonable conception
Of beauty at its best
And you’ll ever remain
Not just a source of inspiration
But a fountain of cascading blessings