I saw only her
‘Though the room was full, I saw only her
all the others gathered were just a blur.
My Muse of love poetry was standing there
looking so beautiful and so fair.
She was making the coffee and the tea
and poured out a 'pint of Guinness' for me.
Then as I supped it, I drank in the sight
of my lovely Muse upon that Guild night.
Like Mona Lisa stood my Muse so fair
silhouetted within the doorway there,
Mesmerised, I began to appreciate
her loveliness for she was looking great.
Beauty of character enshrined in grace.
Her sparkling eyes set in a lovely face.
Enthralled by the beauty of what I saw.
The contours of her shape filled me with awe.
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