To Mary Jean (For Re-making my World)
Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 7:10 am
Fair Mary Jean,
(i)
Thou art
Cool yet not taciturn
Benign and not frenzy
Wary but not subtle
And the fairest of them all
What more about a dame could be asked?
(ii)
Like a gazelle’s
Are your curvatures
Like a springtide rose
Your 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 shape
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 makes 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 and its host of wares
Are but like a farmland filled with tares
Without a special person like you
To make them real
(vi)
Mary Jean my princess
You’re sure more than not
The peak of reasonable conception
Of natural beauty at its best
And you’ll ever remain
Not just a source of inspiration
But a fountain of cascading blessings.
(i)
Thou art
Cool yet not taciturn
Benign and not frenzy
Wary but not subtle
And the fairest of them all
What more about a dame could be asked?
(ii)
Like a gazelle’s
Are your curvatures
Like a springtide rose
Your 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 shape
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 makes 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 and its host of wares
Are but like a farmland filled with tares
Without a special person like you
To make them real
(vi)
Mary Jean my princess
You’re sure more than not
The peak of reasonable conception
Of natural beauty at its best
And you’ll ever remain
Not just a source of inspiration
But a fountain of cascading blessings.