Rebecca Poem by Denis Martindale

She posed for me that precious day
When love was in the air,
Such that I even paused to pray
To make the Lord aware.
She was the one, that special one,
The English rose I'd choose.
With golden hair so sweetly spun,
Red lips I can't refuse...

Those eyes like topaz looked ahead
With hope and joy and peace.
There were no words that could be said
To grant my heart release.
I fell in love with all she was,
Such beauty and such style.
I fell in love with her because
She had a perfect smile...

She posed for me in purple gown,
Her eyes were sparkling blue,
Her scarf still draped, cascading down
Enhanced my point of view.
She stood as if nobility,
So regal and refined.
One moment in infinity
That blessed my heart and mind...


Denis Martindale, copyright December 2010.

The poem is based upon the stunning
Coalport statuette of Rebecca as seen
on the bid tv UK Shopping channel.