Your Beauty Caught Me With Its Smile Poem by Robert Creffield

Not much hope was there before you
Just a boy in a bedroom vacant place
Unsettled by wet-the-bed blanket trace
The dread of Sunday lamppost flare of
Headlamps across the wall everywhere
And the cold frost of Monday after all.

Not much joy was there before you
Just an ethereal change from earth to clay
A growing sense that nothing was new
In the lonesome night and the empty day
Delicate sensibilities looked the other way.

Not much commitment was there before you
Just feckless love daring to go or stay
Shallow intensities that blew in then flew
In the lonesome night and the empty day
Impetuous youth rolled amongst the hay.

Not much integrity was there before you
Just a Knight unable to serve and obey
A chivalric Gawain his honour cut to sinew
In the lonesome night and the empty day
Prohibited violations of virtue castaway.

Not much love was there before you
Just an ache trying to reduce its pain
Then your beauty caught me with its smile
A blinding light of love gilded the sky
The fountain of joy began to flow, our loose
Souls tightly fused, the fire kindled to glow.