A dream of riches silver and gold
Ensnared otherwise a simple mind.
Then something lovely unforetold
Changed the course my heart pined.
Her resting lips of Pinot Noir
And her lingering embrace, a silken cocoon
Warm with mid spring lavender-kissed air,
Lulling me in her ethereal croon.
Torrents humble to a gentle stream,
And cyclones meeken a passing breeze
By her innocent charm, infantile beam,
And impeccable feminine ease.
Why else but her for silver and gold?
An unfair trade the very least,
For her worth a priceless hold;
The loveliest gift.