Just Right

When slender, golden, red-lipped lovely maid
Steps by a poet easing through the shade,
Who’d wonder, then, that he’d feel sudden stun
To have his darkness smashed away by sun.
And yet no thing so good can be thing bad,
And this Miss, better than the best can be,
Most glorious, shining, wonderfully glad,
Like shooting star of day (if one could be)
Did toss her glittering sparkles in his eyes,
And woke him past awake with bright surprise.
He took her in, and she saw that he did,
She smiled so brief, with laughing eyes half hid.
Few seconds was all the script did write,
But all is everything when it’s just right.

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