Vicky

To some, she was a dancer, With magic steps to boot, To some, a sweet romancer, With classic smiles so cute. To some, she was an actress, Rehearsing what to say, To some, a model in a dress, On catwalks, hips to sway... To some, she was a living doll With whom to fall in love, To some, she was an angel, Or a fairy up above. To some, she was their pride and joy, The apple of their eye, To some, a tricky tomboy, A princess or a spy... To some, she was astute, alert, Whose heart was good as gold, To some, she was a saucy flirt, Outrageous and so bold... To me, she was a rising star, Quite heavenly, divine... Well deserving of an Oscar And to be my Valentine... Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011.