Artful Disclaimer

I have my platinum muse It is a flighty, windy memory Of a memorable, miserable encounter With someone that reminded me... I have not even fooled myself Into believing something so weak As the crippled, dying cupid That is love at first sight. The woman I am marrying, Wasn't loved at first glance She was a shallow puddle of mud At my eyes first introduction. Though, as I splashed in the mud I was swept off my feet Back into the primal wilderness Of a child at play. Caila makes me truly happy Like a young boy Tenderizing his stomping ground After a heavy spring rain. When the mud dried I knew it was the remains Of a memory when I was a child Of being happier than ever. What rose from those sterile ashes Was a woman, a beautiful woman She has flecks of gold in her veins Eyes that emeralds envy She didn't come and go, Like the coy but beautiful Emma Emma is only comparable To a whiff of a nostalgic scent Caila is my golden totem Every moment we spend Is frozen in time Comatose, in its prime Caila is my one true love When that is no longer a fact I will have forgotten about Emma Completely, but sweetly.