A Darling of Divine Delight

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!