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