by Mary Pagdati
When you look at me my Darling;
Do you see the lady of your dream or a mere fantasy?
Distant, so far to reach;
Hair falling at the shoulders - caressing, seductively.
Is it the modest tan that entices your lips and makes them twitch;
Bringing to your face a subtle ‚grin‚?
Might it be the eyes then that have captivated you;
Seeing far beyond, instilling the Christ within.
Cyprus Jewel, Rose Jewel or so I am called‚¶ but does it matter?
You‚re too analytical - going far deeper,
Straight to the heart;
Where beauty runs sweeter.
You see my Darling, God makes no mistakes,
He formed the rosebush ‚queen‚ of all flora;
Gave it bristly thorns to guard it to maturity;
Though cold winds might strip it of its colour.
Yet, it boasts its nakedness, it bears no shame;
Like lady-in-waiting till the changing of season,
It will delicately captivate, with a fragrance so dear;
You my Love, beyond all reason.