Bibi (The English Version)

Bibi she walks in dignity and love like Toronto at night and heaven above of coldest clings and charity things and all that's best for her inbrings meet in her the sweet swell of love of poetry yell thus softened too by tender love for timeless poetry I regard her as my own family since she calls me bibi in my own tongue that word means auntie she confides me according to her love insight it is her plight that word how absurd means to her a very lot many times she means darling, sweetest of love alike God above yes me! In her hierarchy just below God dunno what to say many times I shy away swollen fully of sensible pride greatest appreciations for these sweetest evaluations she serenely sweetly surpassed, her greatest own personality to call me Bibi instead of Sylvie she walks in dignity and precious love like Toronto at night and heaven above she resides in beauty, love and bibi-light so sweet and soft all Toronto nights from the series: "Pleasure in Creating Poetry by Sylvie" © Sylvie - All Rights Resereved Anno Domini Wednesday 16 December 2020