Rebecca

She posed for me that precious day When love was in the air, Such that I even paused to pray To make the Lord aware. She was the one, that special one, The English rose I'd choose. With golden hair so sweetly spun, Red lips I can't refuse... Those eyes like topaz looked ahead With hope and joy and peace. There were no words that could be said To grant my heart release. I fell in love with all she was, Such beauty and such style. I fell in love with her because She had a perfect smile... She posed for me in purple gown, Her eyes were sparkling blue, Her scarf still draped, cascading down Enhanced my point of view. She stood as if nobility, So regal and refined. One moment in infinity That blessed my heart and mind... Denis Martindale, copyright December 2010. The poem is based upon the stunning Coalport statuette of Rebecca as seen on the bid tv UK Shopping channel.