Ramblings of a Convicted Half-wit

An online journal that (b)logs the incessant insignificants that pass through sq's gray matter every day. Pick up the pieces and make out the puzzle.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

I am in love.

Gift

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.