Ode To My Lori

Your torrid feminine allure stoked my desire, Like an ancient dragon breathing on Hell’s fire, Our spirits began to dance, A sultry minuet, Spiraling higher than we could ever expect, A universe of stars could, Never glisten as bright as your eyes, The grandeur of your smile, Eclipses an auroral sunrise. Your wit is as sharp, As a Groucho Marx line, Your intellect is on a par, With Albert Einstein. Your compaction dictates, You take the underdog’s side, And by nature, You could not even a fly. Your capacity for love, Is like no other, You are an artist, a musician, A mother and my lover. Now that you don’t have, Time to grow old, Everyone’s heart you touch, Turns to gold.