To My Lovely Marguerite

I often saw her in the patterned garden Tending tenderly small children, Until their parents came to pick them up. I was absorbed in her antics as children laughed. Oh dear Marguerite, how exquisite she looked. How children prayed their mothers came a little late. But time played a useful trick on her, As she once fell and bruised her knees. Quickly I hurried and with my handkerchief I cleaned her wound and stopped her bleeding. I took her to a small quaint café and made her drink. We became friends quickly and as time passed I helped her caring for the small urchins That played a while for they loved her much. Till one day I proposed and wedded were we. We chose a cottage that was surrounded With meadows and trees. And every fine day That is the path I chose, covered with soft blades of grass hedged with variegated late hibiscus, and moonlight filtering through drooping willow trees. Winding path tilts up hill, towards a wooden pergola that glimmers in the darkness, her paradise. All for my lovely Marguerite.