Her (Pt.2)

It was her

From the

Magnificent

Irish seas

I looked into

Bewitching

Pearl eyes

This vixen

This siren

She’s

Beautiful

So beautiful

A muse

That glows

And yet she’ll

Brutally bruise

A bone

With her fuse

That blows

A red-headed

Crimson

And fiery beast

For starters

The waiter

Brought us

Crushed grapes

From the

Provinces

Wine

With cheese

Then left us

To drink

And to dine

In peace

She said

“I like this one

It’s fruity

With a pinch of

The cinnamon

Spice

A hint of the

Mildest heat”

We grasped

Our glasses

With fingers 

To lift them

Up high

With ease

I said

“I don’t ever want

This instant of time

To cease”

I told her

With caresses

“I admire your skin

It’s soft

In the future

If our paths

Do link and cross

Then I’d like

to believe

You’re the prize

I’d win

A bride to be

Betrothed”

“If you were

To be my wife

We’d tie

And hitch

The knot

Our married

Life

A gift

From God”

“On our

Wedding night

It’s a delight

To kiss

And touch

And might we

Possibly

Have a baby

Crying in the cot?”

“Now

I’m trying

To think

A thought

It’s that

We go together

Like birds

And trees

Earth and sea

Or air

And breathing”

“Your skin’s

As smooth

As butter cream

You’re the utter

Meaning of beauty

The nut or seed

In my fruit

That’s appealing

And juicy”

“Come and be

With me

My sweetness

I’ll adorn

You with

A piece of

My jewellery”

“Your name’s

Not known

To the world

Some say its

Beatrice or Susie

Only I know

And it’s a secret

I choose to keep”