Happy Birthday Mrs S.G. (But Marina's My Girl) Poem by Kevin Patrick

Upon first glance I was betrothed to your vision
Arrested to your sin of immaculate possession
That adhered to my conscience of a cursed ruby crying
For its mistresses hand for eternal grace and salvation
To be chaste in your arms of quiet endearment
Of no cynical depravations enchant to your amusement

Although you traffic in passion, and sensual tigers
I'll never forsake or condemn your dalliance in the choir
That sings ancient hymens to the odes of Babylon's
Triumphant professions and hedonistic liaisons
You're my Venus Magdalene and Chatterley Godiva
Dressed pure in the filth of the naked heart's desire

And while carnal fervour entrenched me at first
It was your intellect reciprocity that enamoured my heart
Reading Kierkgaards laments of a cold universe
And embracing Sartre's fascination with the essence
That liberated your freedom to invest in Carpe Diem
Scratching a life completely out of pockets serpents Eden


You educate me, with oxymoron enlightenment
To escape from the chains of purgatories shadow
Creating a life that is engineered upon mans will
Not in static revolutions of social conformities pill
Bliss sent my your image, and your beautiful mind
So I could climb mountains to your material divine


Hell might be other people, but heaven is in your eyes
To steal a bull's fortune with your eminence to paralyze
The grace that no seraphim or cherubim could hold
There are no saints or miracles just judges iron tolls
For yours is a truth that mothers find so cruel
That sons like girls with style that their husbands always drool


Time shoots like a bullet it teaches me to act
To say what I must with discipline and certain tact
If we were to meet I would not want your special kiss
But to saunter a beach through our conversation bliss
Talking of art, and the science most people don't imagine
Me and you the girl who gives this life its strength of meaning


Happy Birthday Mrs S.G. but its Marian that is my girl