In the lot just past the mansion pretty did appear..not common pretty beautiful like stories one would hear..
She walked past fat of monies..shook tail at ‘dapper dan’..Her blouse was peasant white rings silver never-ending tan..
The dream of every man.. in Italy..indeed all round the globe..
Beauty follows music like a never-ending strobe..
Horn of plenty no ‘not any’ never passed in voice..
The eyes of light challenge invite..to kiss or bite your choice..
The tinkle of the little bells and silver mobile hung..respond as she passes in love..their pure note music sung..
Excite each man to season..quell each young age fear..she the princess of the love..it’s good when she is near..
Roses and night jasmine..are the scent left on her trail..no judge in acts of love..for love’s her holy grail..
A watchman took the form of reptile dragon long ago..when presence of the evil threatened her love travel show..
Silent ever watchful..knows the ways and act..of slight in hand..deceit of man..concealing every fact..
High in the sky looks as a cloud..or comes in drops of rain..in speed may come as lighting..burn evil from the brain..
The choice is yours and yours alone..in field or shaded wood..be stuck insane always in pain..or love and feeling good..
Go clean from your home..wear good shirt and pants..take your silver studded cane and join the DRUID DANCE…
A poem for the love princesses of the world..Peace Tony