Marilyn, La Boheme

Her life as carefree as her hair, Two golden waterfalls, She faces life as with a stare, As if her eyes were walls... A precious face, blue eyes, red lips, Her pink skin soft to touch, Enough to tingle fingertips Of those who love her much... Her life as carefree as her form, In gossamer array, That's scarce enough to keep her warm When moon steals sun away... Yet there she stands, content to shine, With beauty all her own And blessed would be her Valentine, To whom her love was shown... Her life as carefree as a flame That shines eternally, Sweet Marilyn is but her name, Yet La Boheme to me... And all my life I'll call to mind That awesome smile she bears, Thus in my soul, my heart, my mind, Find mention in my prayers... Her life as carefree as the lace Upon her dainty neck, That underlines her state of grace, That lesser mortals check... Belle of the ball, talk of the town, Marilyn, La Boheme, To me, a model of renown, A dream within a dream... Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2014. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by deviantart painter Raipun called 'La Boheme'.