twirling inwardly as I am
to love's rapturous amusement
'tis there
that thy stands
at the threshold of
mine incredible fortune
donning his ever clever
wit apparel
parading out the attributes of
his gregarious humor
amid the flamboyant capes
of his varying depths of self
in near operatic intervals
he captivates
he parries and pivots then retreats
wooing wondrously as he waits
a gallant defender of purity's grace
ever steadfast in his constancy
a true love to this lady's place
in his life
he epitomizes the very fruits of faith
he is to me an angel with a pensive face
miraculous is his metamorphic rise
in my heart's gaze
I cannot better verbalize
than to this page truthfully attest
that its upon his visage alone
that my eyes cannot wait to
thankfully rest
if this indeed were not love
then it would have to be
'The Next Best Thing'
I could ever dare guess
but I know its love
so I will not any further digress.............
(June 13, 2010 511am)


Author's Notes/Comments: 

written for the man who has captured my enchantment and made it his own.

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