Camila sat knees primly together on the settee
Perfectly poised, perfectly gorgeous
Perfectly fragile, perfectly serene
Her bust swelling perfect as could be.

Having their own playful fun
Two brunette strands had escaped
The twisted pinned discipline
Of the young beauty’s tightly woven bun.

Camila’s slender neck, a tacit line flatters
The intended romance a faux ploy
Dill-scented salmon and caviar sit ignored
John’s heart is in total tatters.

Shutters ajar offer an open windowed breeze
Wafting from a new fateful direction
Fluttering cream lace drapes; Camila shivers.
Peppered rain makes her sneeze.

John uproot your fears and tangles
Destroy the past disappointments
Camila is fresh, sweet, new and perfect
On her wrist thin gold bangles.

His protective lover’s clown face masques all
John’s feeble fears, the insecurity of time
Losses heaped and piled upon painful losses
Giving way to new hopes so secret and small.

He calmly admires her porcelain portrait
John lives or dies by Camila’s whimsical opinion
Her oblique glances a haphazard lethal stab
She makes him sit silent, still, to wait.

This romance is not a pretty matter
John feels a pariah to her wavering heart
She—his dancer flouncing—the girl he needs
To possess. This flawlessness cannot all shatter.

Camila elegantly turns her eyes to him, soft and brown
She extends a slender hand, the lover’s touch
A tentative squeeze, dare he hope?
Lips curl, a simple poignant smile, gone the frown.

A classic beauty beyond earthly compare,
She rises, unblemished and out-of-John’s-world,
Her peerless self-possession scares him
Shall he take her in his arms? Does he dare?

Turning with unsophisticated simplicity
Camila takes a wavering John in her arms
And bestows her devoted love and gentle kiss
They laugh and smile in a shared felicity.

John feels redeemed, saved, a new man perhaps?
He feels connected and a united one
Camila is his fresh new sun
Camila is his perfection; his love shall not lapse.