She’s a Beauty,
well of course she is,
that’s never been in doubt,
that red haired flaming fireball
of a woman
burned her initials into my
heart awhile ago,
Searing her mark way down
deep into
my soul.
She’s a Beauty,
sweet as can be.
a saucy strawberry in a bowl
of vanilla ice cream, a
a cool sugary lemonade on a hot
summers day.
She’s a Beauty,
mythic and magical
and lovely as Aphrodite, and
inviting as the Mona Lisa
in her playful smile when
she sees me
walk her way.
She’s a Beauty,
my best friend
to the end
my pal, my buddy, my companion
my lover, my go to confidant
for intimacy is the definition of us
And that Beauty is soon to be my lovely
wife.
by Philip Wardlow 2018
