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!