Silver Lining

So today marks my parents 25^th silver wedding anniversary and I wanted to pay a little tribute to their special day by sharing a poem with you that my dad wrote for my mum while they were dating! My dad wasn’t a member of the Church at the time and my mum left the poor guy to go on a mission, he sent her this poem on valentines day and she later came home and married and converted him. The rest is history and they’re living happily ever after... 

And can you give - the policeman said - a description of her face?

I can - I said - for I have marked each feature and its place

What eyes has she?

What eyes indeed! To see them is to know

Of all that is in heaven found, as well as all below

The corners like an insects sting, the colour hazel brown

The gaze so penetrating, it could simply sink you down

The shape so fair and delicate, with russets lashes fringed

The windows of a beautiful mind that ne'er could be impinged

And then her mouth if please you'll note, no common maw was this

But the kind which any male would kill, to earn a single kiss

Her precious smile, a gaping slash across a lovers' heart

Whose perfect lips would heav'n reveal whenever they should part

And hair -asked the policeman - whats the colour and the cut?

The colour of the blondish husk around a hazel nut

The colour of an autumn day of leaf strewn woods in fall

Straight and swept like forests paths, the colour of these all

And what of her complexion? The policeman asked me then

Such skin, the like of which I know I'll never see again

Of ashen hue, like marbled ice, on mortal eyes is wasted

Her rounded cheeks the sweetest flesh that any male has tasted

And now - remarked the constable - remind me once again

What crime has this young lady committed causing thee such pain?

The oldest and the cruellest sir, that ever was in acted

She stole and ransomed my poor heart - my life the price exacted.