Ask me to describe
My earnest fascination?
Ask me, might as well,
Pi's endless calculation,
Words don’t suffice.

Her eyes glow with spring’s new green,
Nature's colors, they softly gleam,
Her hair’s a mane of gold fire,
Tosses savage with lion's ire,
Or leaps like foals untethered,
New with life, frisking in heather,

Ask me to describe
My earnest fascination?
Ask me, might as well,
Pi's endless calculation,
Words can’t suffice.

When she calls, an angel sounds
When she moves, my heart pounds
When she looks, my body blushes,
When she touches, my blood rushes!
When I’m with her, I could fly
When she’s near me, she makes me high

But what delights me most of all?
What comes first to my recall?
Lumps my throat, tightens my chest?
Her matchless smile above the rest.
When she smiles, the heavens shine,
When she smiles, I know she’s mine,
My heart leaps, I smile too,
Instantly a helpless fool,

Ask me to describe
My earnest fascination?
Ask me, might as well,
Pi's endless calculation,
I can offer no other explanation,
She is my pure intoxication.

(c) copyright Duane March