I wrote this in 1986, two months before I proposed to my wife, Frankie, and 13 months before we were married. I had planned to post this on Valentine's Day, February 14. But, being a preoccupied man, I forgot.
Illusive Valentine
I'm finally relaxed
After two weeks of being here
And my time is never taxed
Whenever she is near
She doesn't wear a monagram
She's got an independent mind
She admires Billy Graham
She's an illusive valentine
There's something 'bout this city
That always brings me back
It's that woman who's so pretty
That she gives me a heart attack
She'd look lovely in Paris
Sipping a glass of French wine
'neath a moonlit glowing terrace
Like an illusive valentine
My words, not frivolous
Their meaning leaves no doubt
Her symmetry is marvelous
Her spirituality, devout
She stands up for her faith
In the Man from Palestine
In gold, she's worth her weight
She's an illusive valentine
Standing still, lavender clad,
Indeed, attractively stubborn
Her possibilities are myriad
By fools, she'll not be governed
And yes, we're a couple of mystics
Rationally inclined
She holds her own in linguistics
She's an illusive valentine
Francis J. Beckwith
June 13, 1986
Las Vegas, Nevada
Comments (2)
OK, so your spelling has always been hopeless ;^)
Posted by Steve Burton | February 16, 2008 4:28 PM
Lost in the clouds with Jupiter transcendent
Lost in the clouds with Mars ascendant.
Love Luck and the music of the Spheres.
Azure in the arms of Cerulean
Cast adrift in the Indigo isles
May Angel love and Moon glow light your path.
Posted by poetryman69 | February 17, 2008 9:03 PM