" Her Architecture "

Whenever the gray sky clears, and the sun comes out, I can feel her near
She's like a distant thunder clap, you can't see it, but you hear it's there
It's her powerful Love of Heaven, and her words of Love each day
That shape her amoebic image in my mind, and engage her purple ways
She's more than meandering, as she swims through my river of her impressions
She's the modernistic version, of a "Frank Lloyd Wright" type mansion
So boldly proud of her architecture, her ever-so-subtle lines convey
The passion she has so well hidden, until her wonder comes out to play
In the middle of a Shakespeare season, where her beauty is on display
And she steals the scene, by simply being born with God-like grace
Her glow is other-worldly, a type of cosmic color, never named before
She's the second chapter of "Lady Chatterley's Lover", a woman to adore
I've never seen or met, such empathetic perfection
She's like a baker's daughter, covered in sweet confection
There are so many ways to describe, the love I feel for her
But for today i'll just say, "She's the most beautiful girl in the world!"

For: Cherie (my Love) Sumner

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)