A darling of divine delight
My sweetheart’s shapely to the sight
With waterfalling golden hair
And eyes that flash and twinkle fair
Her lips are full, with pleasing pout
About her beauty there’s no doubt
Her smile is like Aurora’s dawn
And when her portrait had been drawn
The critics couldn’t help be kind
For faults they fully failed to find.
Instead, they grew, for girl with glow
An all-consuming need to know
Her name and where she had been found:
Was she a nun from holy ground?
Or was she Aphrodite’s twin
A goddess, without shame or sin?
A darling of divine delight
My girl has always had to fight
Advances, from both young and old
Since beauty makes men brash and bold
And if a canvas casts a spell
In flesh, I have no need to tell
Of passion she ignites in blood:
One glimpse and it is understood!