There once was a young candy-striper

Who pranced about town in a diaper

When asked 'bout her fancy

And why she was dancey

She said, "Look out man, it's a ******!"

Fall, cherry blossom
Join the flow of the river
And eternity

The curve of her breast
Is a present reminder
Of hands' emptiness

Old muddy horse path
Trodden by thundering fate
You are like my soul

Love is like a snow globe

    At first we shake it vigorously, charmed to watch it sparkle

In time, delighted to watch it settle

    And with luck, the desire to take it firmly in both hands

        To set adrift once more the motes of passion

Oh, Hibernian Honey Child

How my hand yearns to brush your cheek

To feel the warmth of your hair, to rest on your shoulder

    An itinerary of joy, how I would delight in my travels

    To arrive in your arms as my frail heart unravels



Oh, Little Face

How your wry little smile delights my senses

The sweep of your gait, your delicate aroma

    Your impertinent laughter; it's nectar to me

    Like a clear crystal fountain 'neath sacred oak tree



Oh, Emerald Daughter

Lustrous princess of the realm of Beauty

Silkier than a mouthful of fresh cream

    How thrilling it would be to pull off both your socks

    Little Feet, oh Little Feet, human music box

I love that very first glance of her

    The sudden ordeal of despair

That follows the white-hot radiance

    Of her slender smile and sun-washed hair


And of her form, I love the slip

    Of her exquisite thigh and waist

Her creamy breast 'neath wrought chenille

    God's masterwork of grace


And these things last I love the most

    Above her every other charm

The gentle laughter of her heart

    And her weight upon my arm