My Pie In the Sky

Fastidious gildings must dot your mien: Sizzling lips that ooze unbridled charm, And a neck sleekest with angelic luster To daze the eye and sun a smitten arm. Still deeper graces beyond corporeal eye Shall your gold’s stoutest bulwarks prove: A mind pliable into another’s loftier ideal, A heart malleable to wit’s forging groove. A full stock of sly eccentricities to baulk Pert overstepping darts round the clock; And a placating vocular chime that tells Time’s tick better than poor-piping bells. A hope that dares azure's illest signs; Turning gaffes into leaps onto higher Insights purer than filtered science, Dwarfing Fate and her fiendish fire. And shall all these bejeweled traits Sure lie within one maiden’s tastes, And finally match the magic gleams Of that fairy gal I see in my dreams?