Clarinda at nineteen;
I knew you right away.
Just shows when you’re a smart shy Queen
Your spirit’s beauty glows.
It glows, and so retains
That high intelligence
That’s all my joy to gain.
For gain I do, my sweet nineteen,
And it is great to see
That you are now my sharp-mind Queen
At rising sixty-three.
That sweet, shy girl
Has risen true
To be the one and only you.
I look real close, and in your face
My own young shyness finds its place.
And I am glad as glad can be
That I’ve met you at sixty-three.
The world may pour out troubles much,
Relationships may sour,
But on your picture my lips touch
With love of lasting power.
Fair Queen Clarinda, Princess there,
Young and shy, sincere and fair,
Your pictures—all—bring joy to me,
But I’m in love with sixty-three.