Her Kiss Is Paradise: Henshaw Kate

Now and again my heart tried to freeze Until I behold the feet of the very best! At the shoulder of the evening breeze I quietly sort my wearied head to rest As the nightingale which sings for speech Swaggers home not to roost But to stay between my upper arm's reach Lending it's sonorous voice my joy to boost. Oh Kate, immortalise me with your golden kiss And I'll present you with fleets of ship from Tarshish! Oh fair one, fairer than thousand morning stars I'd wish for you than little Solomon's wish. See now the mother of all beauties! One look at her pretty face Is worth more than a thousand elsewhere. Her smile, as infectious as it is Feels like showers of rain, It's like countless open doors That leaves me with this drunken slowness And I stare, sometimes pulsing my video machine While she thrills my obsessed eyes. Kate, if I desire any river on this earth, It's that in which your beauty flows like kindness I'll only kneel down, put a bouquet in a paperboat And let it sail free around the world Announcing your presence in the manner of Queen Elizabeth So that when almost my throat is parched You would make an oasis through your breath.