If you knew Geraldine…

 

You`d worship there

Not just the loveliness of her,

At how, under the sheer sheen of her hair

Her eyes rest, wide, apart,

As through their gathered darkness subtly dart

The glimpse-lights of her soul`s dear beauteousness.

But stilled to a reverence in your mind you`d bow

To all the calm peace that`s set

Within the twin-templed compass of her brow.

And still would wonder yet

At how

Her voices` fresh

Lilt-melody tune,

Across the pebbly syllables of speech,

Croons clear as the dell-streams reach

Under the secret quietness of the moon…

 

If you knew Geraldine

 

(But then – poor fool - your heart would be enmeshed

Enchanted by all of this,

As mine is now, aching within it`s flesh

…Lips still warm with memory of her kiss).