A Trinity Woman proffered, caressing
In her palm, a scarf.
“It seems unbelievable, truthfully though,
It will work miracles.”
With electric-blue eggs
To set the scene,
The Italian silk, a Beauty, chimed out,
With church bell echoing,
“Dearest, Enjoy me.
I’m the ultimate in fine taste,
The singular accessory for
A fascinating woman.
No need for diamonds.
My swirling colors will define
‘“It can really do that for me?
“My Lovely, there are no guarantees
In all of life,
Yet this comes close.
It vanishes years,
When you smile for joy
You capture a youthful glow.”
“It does sing to me.”
With that, a wispy breeze caught
The delicate edge, whisking it
Like a magical surprise
Round Dear Lovely’s yearning shoulders.
Found herself shedding
Mysteriously erasing 15 years.
Rejoicing in total rejuvenation.
“Oh my, it’s astonishing.
I’d like a dozen,
No need to gift wrap, they’re all for me.
Must be sure they will last me out.
Glory be, a heavenly treasure.”
August 6, 2018