Let me surround you
Like a benign spirit
Comforting and
protecting
Let me envelope you
like a cloak of love
Wrapping you in a
goose down quilt
To warm your soul from
winters grip
Let me nourish and
nurture
And blow gently on the
embers of love
In your sad and lonely
heart
I want to stir the slumber
Of your lonesome heart
And shine a loving
light
Into the corners of
the dark
All I can do is stand and stare
At the Auburn headed
maiden fair
The girl with the
shinning brown hair
Oh beautiful maiden standing
there
With tresses of
reddish-brown hair
Please be the answer
to my prayer
She looks like the girl next door,
Well my interpretation
anyway,
And for me she
literally is
The girl next door
The studious Rebecca
Full of cleverness
The only child of the
Coopers
Now the studious
orphan Rebecca
The bookish girl next
door
A homely girl though
In the unpretentious
sense
Certainly not plain,
But rather understated
She is unworldly
In as much as the
temporal world
Holds no sway for her
Rebecca is an
attractive girl
Though not in any
obvious way
Dressed casually,
always
Mousy hair worn
indistinctly
She has never been
flash, quirky
Or groundbreaking
No its homespun
sweaters
And supermarket jeans
Not exactly the height
of fashion
But not dowdy nor
frumpy
Unlike most of the
world
I look beneath the
homespun
As I have all my life
But no one else sees
Rebecca
Alas she does not see
me
The bookish girl next
door
She has her heroes of
fiction
How could I compete?
With Ahab or
Hornblower
Copperfield or Darcy
My heart carries too many sorrows
Now my yesterday’s
outweigh my tomorrows
My spirits sit low in
the grey December light
My bones grow weary in
the night
I long for the spring
sun upon my face
Yet I know that can
never again be the case
I wait now in the
quiet of another night
In hopeful expectation
of the benevolent light
Open your eyes Angel
Wipe away the sleep
Be very careful
Don’t sell yourself
cheap
Watch out angel
Whatever you do
He’ll break your heart
And make you blue
He’ll get what he
wants
Then he’ll wave
goodbye
Leaving you sullied
Leaving you to cry
He will have a place
to go
For his next bit of
frilly lace
Another silly girl
Just as easy to
disgrace
Another notch on the
bedpost
Another easy conquest
Leaving you alone
Broken hearted and
bereft
Perfect love can be illusive
For perfect love is
unique
Perfect sex is not
exclusive
For perfect sex is
just technique
