Oh, Come, Now Poem by Denis Martindale

Oh, come, now, tell me, who are you
To be so beautiful
With blonde hair and those eyes so blue
And so adorable,
With cheeks so red and teeth like pearls
And lips that look divine,
Outshining all the other girls
So I wish you were mine?

Oh, come now, tell me, don't pretend,
You know you're beautiful,
With fashion sense as your best friend,
You look so lovable...
The way you speak, the words you choose,
Your dignity, your poise,
As if I had no other views
With you my only choice...

Oh, come, now, who'd you think you are,
Some great celebrity?
Some celebrated movie star
For all the world to see?
As if nobody else above,
As if my fate to fall,
As if no other girl to love,
As if you beat them all?

Oh, come, now, put my mind at rest,
Are you supreme in truth?
Do you believe that you're the best
Or merely blessed in youth?
For surely, wrinkles will appear
Upon your face so sweet,
To make a road map year-by-year,
Until your life's complete...

Oh, come, now, darling, please don't cry,
For beauty is skin deep,
It ages every time girls lie
To catch some beauty sleep...
It faces Winter's cold embrace
And Summer's heat and light,
To leave behind some lack of grace
Girls hide with all their might...

Oh, come, now, precious, smile for me,
Enjoy life while you may,
Dismiss all thoughts of destiny
Or facing Judgment Day...
Just live for now, put make-up on,
Be grateful, sweetie pie,
Please stay with me, till beauty's gone,
As the apple of my eye...