Though the room was full, I saw only her
all the others gathered were just a blur.
My Muse of love poetry was standing there
looking so beautiful and beyond compare.

She was making the coffee and the tea
and poured out a “pint of Guinness” for me.
Then as I supped it, I drank in the sight
of my lovely Muse upon that Guild night.

Like Mona Lisa stood my Muse so fair
perfectly silhouetted in the doorway there,
Mesmerised, I began to appreciate
her loveliness for she was looking so great.

Beauty of character enshrined in grace.
Two sparkling eyes set in a lovely face.
Enthralled by the beauty of what I saw.
The shape of her body filled me with awe