Portrait of a Boy
08-06-04

she remembers younger days when her
hair was golden; a garland of
posies she picked from road-side
gardens, now, as she walks. She
feels youthful near you, a giddy
smile so wide, she is a
blushing victim of your chivalry. She
internally sketches memories of the photograph
you make; a proverbial album is
full of your image. Her praises
could fill a thesauruses of phrases,
yet she will never tire of
assigning these compliments to your name