None so beautiful,
I think she shines.
Her voice is dulcet,
to me it’s divine.
Those eyes they sparkle,
I view them as sublime.
Her mind enthralls me,
I’m captivated all the time.
It may be that I adore her
to find her – oh so fine.
With skin soft and sweet like powdered sugar
misted with cinnamon
my descent was imminent.
In providence we find
life is not often kind
fondness sometimes is wrongly assigned.
Fated to find her,
but too late for more,
Another’s already,
circumstances slammed the door.
Then she offered me wine,
and I understood.
A tryst we could have,
secrets for wicked or good.
It may be that I adored her
to start such an affair.
With skin soft and sweet like powdered sugar
misted with cinnamon
my yearning felt almost innocent.
In providence I found
transgressions can be kind
benevolence I think is just a state of mind.
Her laugh is bright,
to me a joyous tune.
No touch so perfect,
she makes rapture bloom.
Those lips are pure magic,
I find her kiss like a dream.
Yes I think I adore her,
for good or for ill.
Clearly I adore her,
and I always will.
© Copyright 2016 Aarron Laidig


