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Westfield Nymph
Yes, that was her in 1988,
Who I met for the first time at the mall;
A wilderness nymph that I'd come to call
A bodaciously exceptional mate!
Then, here I am, over thirty years on,
Still struck with that same first sight affliction,
Yet only lately earning the diction
More essential than an emoticon
For conveying the superlative sense
I feel for the beauty she sends me;
An aesthetic of unsurpassed degree
At giving comity grand recompense...
As if she studied Aphrodite's art
At rapidly reloading Cupid's dart!
Who I met for the first time at the mall;
A wilderness nymph that I'd come to call
A bodaciously exceptional mate!
Then, here I am, over thirty years on,
Still struck with that same first sight affliction,
Yet only lately earning the diction
More essential than an emoticon
For conveying the superlative sense
I feel for the beauty she sends me;
An aesthetic of unsurpassed degree
At giving comity grand recompense...
As if she studied Aphrodite's art
At rapidly reloading Cupid's dart!
Published 3rd Jun 2022
| Edited 25th Apr 2023
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She fits like a glove.
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