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.
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