How Beautiful Is She?

With her Fiorelli handbag, How beautiful is she? She muses as she reads her mag And yet has not seen me... But here I am, transfixed in time And mesmerised in truth, For she's exquisite, quite sublime And so hard to improve... She's got pinache, she's got finesse, She's got that fashion style And in my heart, there's happiness, Each time I see her smile... To think, that God created her For me to fall in love, No wonder that such feelings stir To thank the Lord above... Dressed to impress, beguile, bewitch, Catch mortals in her spell. Who knows if she is really rich? This sweet Fiorelli girl... My first intent is just to stare, To worship from afar... Someday to tell her that I care, 'I love you... you're a star! ' Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2011. The poem's based on a www-dot-bid-dot-tv picture for the Fiorelli handbags on sale...