Elizabeth....
her impish grin
leads the lonely
fellows in.
Take a seat.
And how are you ??
Sit down.
We'll start the interview.
Not a problem....
with a smile.
No effort here
to stop a while,
for, as the questions
drift on by,
Elizabeth
does catch the eye.
Her tresses, of
the darkest brown,
charmingly
do tumble down.
And that most
disarming smile.
To think that one
could so beguile
without a word.
Without a sound.
That just a grin
could so astound.
That men, like putty,
melt a touch
and feel this so
brief meeting such
a highlight of
their day....or year.
To bathe within
the glow of dear
Elizabeth....
and hear her say....
"not a problem".
Like a ray
of sunlight
cutting through the gloom.
Just her warmth
could light a room.
Light the parts,
and light the whole,
and even light
one's very soul.