Love always thinks it's chosen well,
Discerns no qualities to criticize.
In the loved one all is loveable,
And defects become virtues in a lover's eyes.
To speak, or write, or sing of love,
A lover needs no dictionary.
The words come tripping off the tongue,
For love provides its own vocabulary:
A girl who's pale is jasmine white,
And her purity is felt;
If swarthy, she's a simmering brunette;
One who's wafer-thin, with skin stretched tight,
Is willowy and svelte;
A chubby one's a sugar plum, a pet;
A sloppy and untidy girl's a wild and carefree soul;
On a giantess bestow a goddess air;
A small girl might be a mignonette, button cute, a doll;
A vain girl's assumed dignity gives her charms beyond compare;
Shy girls are smart;
Dull ones simple and sweet;
A chatterbox, engagingly bright;
The silent one's dark and mysteriously deep,
Affected, maybe,
But love makes that all right.
So a truly smitten lover loves all the faults of his beloved,
And ever has it been thus since "the Fall".
Whom your heart says love, you love her,
Not in fits and starts, or selected parts,
But farts…
And warts…
And all.
Categories:
mignonette, love,
Form: Rhyme
You! Demon in the sack,
Put the bollards around the heart to tame the love of old.
Doing penance for thousands of years
In anticipation at the Château of Delight, …that it?
Well, simple necessities of life convey into the lore of romance,
And you atone for the sins, and you show the kindness,
And you do until you die, as he did in the sky.
A heap of stones drag me down to the bottom
Of this mystic river of thoughts, or a short puff of pleasure,
When I see my lass walking down the old road, for a good measure.
Nah, it’s not treasure, but a mignonette on an open palm
As a shiny ghost that refrains from talking into the ear of a hearer,
A messenger for ought I know, and I know not, until I hear her.
And then she coos, and then I coo, what to do, if I don’t woo?
My fervid desires, my lucky four-leaf clover, the smell
Of cinnamon on the lips of this dame, this lass,
I do not care for as long as I make her confess,
And I don’t want just to woo, but deviltry her moist with dew.
Categories:
mignonette, sexy,
Form: Free verse