Naughty Light In My Eyes Poem by Louise Tredoux

Listening to Die Lustige Witwe - at first just delighted
by the beautiful voices, then hearing the words, the
love expressed, enjoying the mess created by all
bent on having fun, suddenly the joy offered by life to
everyone who has the ability to love overpowers my
sense of decorum, I give Rudi a ring while singing
along with the Vilja-song, Rudi’s laughter in my ears,
whispering, he understands my meaning, will be home
in an hour, I’m overjoyed – the plot thickens, I prepare
myself, a surprise for him yet, he will love this one, we
are young and lust is important to us, the essence of
life and adding spice to everything else, the naughty
light in my eyes, Rudi knows how to survive my inter-
mittent onslaughts on his workaday life…