Your imminent arrival
effects me so.
Oh my Lady,
I am impatient to see once again
auburn hair the fire of your eyes.
In rapture I would die for your touch
the feel of your lips upon mine.
Eyes lower as you pass by.


Within your embrace small things pause.
In crimson and ochre
the land echoes your sweet laugh
paints itself with colours majestic.
My wonderful woman,
poets pen...artists brush
musicians find inspiration
all for you.


As you seduce the days
they willingly bend.
Become confused undecided
whether to smile or weep.
And in their confusion
a glimpse of your sister
arranging her bridal veil,
Soon to cover the ground.