FAIRY QUEEN SUSAN
Lovely AS AN ANGEL…
Haunting as a dream.
Your face is like the dawning day,
You are fairer than words can say;
Your smile is like the smile of morn,
So tender though you thrive in thorn.
Your pretty petals pink in hue,
Are nightly bathed with falling due;
Your slender stem swings as a breeze
SENDS forth a hasty, stolen kiss.
Sweet mountains primrose you are called,
A flower-princess clad in gold;
Oh, had I been the king of men,
I’d make you, dear, my lovely queen.
To my eyes, you are a ruby;
To my fancy you’re a jade—
With a crown of love and glory
Shining bright upon your head.
In you I see a lost horizon
In the offing of my dreams;
Yes, I find that fading vision
Of a pearl among old gems.
I behold you, scented maiden
In a web of plastic ray;
See your smile that’s partly hidden
Wonder whether ‘tis for me.
(This poem was written by NICOLAS MINOZA, JR. of the University of the East,