So, Either By Thy Picture Or My Love

...for Juvie Dainty feet, a parasol, a floral cotton dress, fresh, as breezes kiss the leaves, a breath of loveliness. Your long gown swishing through the grass as flowers adorn your hair, where'er you coyly come to pass a glowing picture in the air. Delicate, sophisticated, charming when you sing, you float, like mist o'er hill and dale, appearing, disappearing. Though evanescent as a cloud you shine for all you're worth, real, substantial, beautiful, a goddess here on earth. (*Title taken from William Shakespeare's Sonnet XLV11)