Emma! Poem by Denis Martindale

Can beauty be compressed in form, as beautiful as she?
With eyes so bright and smile so warm and joy that's plain to see?
Can beauty be displayed as such, with hair so fine as hers?
With all a man could love so much, when lonesome thoughts disperse?

Can beauty beckon every eye towards itself like this?
With longings borne from every sigh that pines for that first kiss?
Can beauty hold attention still, beyond the passing years?
With boundless hopes within each thrill that overcomes Man's fears?

I tell you, truly, from my heart, when Emma smiles my way,
I linger near and won't depart, for love bids me to stay...
And while I stay, my love still grows, like leaves upon a tree,
Just like a vibrant, rambling rose, that's meant for all to see...

For she has beauty all her own, beyond her youthful grin,
The sweetest beauty ever known, if I, her heart, could win...
Yet she belongs to someone else, her husband yet to find,
To share with him their wedding bells and Church vows to remind...

So I'll just love her from afar, with love that's meant to bless,
Let God guide her, for she's a star, God grant her happiness...
Let Emma be, let Emma love her husband Heaven-sent,
For loving Emma's proved enough for me to rest content...


Denis Martindale November 2017.