Katarzyna, you passed me, on legs so slender,
beautiful ! –– guess you are really tender
at peaceful moments, sitting with me,
sharing a sofa most comfortably,
and I know from the glances and words so few
        between me and you
on the pavement and there, in the bakery,
that you might be such a good friend for me!

When Harry met Meghan, he held his breath,
would write her a poem, if only he could,
and no one else would he love till his death,
and bowed and smiled, as a gentleman should.
And she, in her sheer, unexpected joy,
would admit to herself: "Such an interesting boy!
Now, what can we do with those years ahead?
Watch each other´s eyes, and share our bed!"


(May 2018, ©  JVT Jensson)

O, this would make my heart so fain,
if I could kiss you now and again,
love you with each bone and sinew,
making love, and then continue!

Gosh ! you are something–––something rather sweet !
implanted in my mind for weeks by now,
commanding all my thought, as I allow
your impact on my soul, as for a treat !
reminder, though, of even better plight,
the root of all : how you would me endow
to write in love, as fain I had to bow
to grace itself–––like Venus in the night !

Lone star, be mine, to shine for evermore,
not distant, yet, but present in my life,
from dawn till evening greeted by your light.
Not to forget : each touch, and kiss, and more !
Aware, still, of obstructions, maybe strife,
embrace I do in joy our future bright.



(Oct. 2014, © J.V.T. Jensson)

Miss Elegantina's charms I have seen
displayed in the West of Town.
O, wouldn't this belle, so blonde, suit well
this Johnian in his gown?