It is not enough, by god, that she is, verily,
the loveliest of all the lovely women
I have ever known--
zounds! a loveliness undiminished
in more years than she would
ask me not to mention.
She is, in truth, the wisest and, intuitively,
the wittiest of all the witty women
I have ever known:
such are the attributes she denies herself
in her self-demeaning demeanor
(an inbred Gaelic trait, I have learned)
denied, of course, behind, indeed,
the most engaging of all the engaging grins
I have ever known.
She left me once, early on, for six days and, surely,
I must have thought of her six million
six hundred and sixty-six thousand times, minimum,
before she returned in her unrivaled loveliness
to grin that grin at me again.
Now, to my despair, I too rarely see her, but, aye,
in those suspended moments when I think
of her--and there are a multiplicity of such moments
in my otherwise unoccupied life--I am, quite,
the happiest of all the happy men
I have ever known.
Ask anybody.
Elegance that softens deeper feelings, this is the impression I get when I read your words.
Axilea
over a multitude of inadequacies.
Your work leaves a lasting impression.
I echo Liana's sentiments.
peace and continued imagination.
richard
Carole~
John
Anna
some rare beauty that to you, makes life worth living.
Blessings,
Christine
Lovely poetry from your ever lovin' heart, Gene..
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
Cheers,
Dan
Newfie Hugs, Rose
i don't know to laugh or cry,[not with all the unanswered questions...where she went and not with you]but then again maybe you just whipped this up out of your great imagination,reguardless i do like your take on the situation,and the outcome as the "happiest of all the happy men" aye,nicely done
Love,
Sage