you--you who are charming, gracious, and Oh,
so alive with zest and that perfect smile;
he is a dead man who cannot resolve
to spend with you the part of life he has
before we each and all walk the last mile;
with you, a life sentence is like a glove--
a perfect fit, a precious treasure--gold
that glitters, grows luscious and does beguile
the innocent heart; there is no resolve
your charms cannot melt; there is not one soul
who escapes your radiance for exile.
Inner beauty, grace, and charm--your agile
spirit sprang forth from ancient seed before
the eyes of the Antique world; like a rose
blooms on your cheeks glow; lily of the Nile,
no need for a purple barge to sail through
life's snares, dressed in true wit you rise above
the huddled masses, taming all with smile;
you have that certain je ne sais quoi--Oh--
fidelity--there is no greater love.
John Daleiden
02-14-2003
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