He Is the One

Lavender green, lavender blue She sings; her voice suits contralto. Magnolias are in full bloom Each bloom like a lotus flower Spreading its petals as if readying Itself for Buddha's fleshy thighs. The rill flows clear as dew On a spring day Caressing her feet Azure Summer sky is a delight today Sensing the honeydew love. She had been in love before Fives times. Once in her late teens. Four in early twenties. Late bloomer she was. But fast She caught up in love And lust. This one is different. He is tall, warm And lovely. Yes lovely! Lovely she needs more than Anything else today. He offers her his arm Getting on the fast train. They venture into Europe Paris, Venice, Barcelona Then Far East. He is the one. She will bear him children Soon.