I wonder
by David Jones

I wonder at her timeless beauty,
Her hair a waterfall of dreams, cascading golden silk
Falling softly around features of ageless elegance,
Her complexion a pool of pure buttermilk.

I wonder adoringly at her diamond-bright eyes,
Rare jewels, none more precious.
Her pearl-drop nose, exquisite rubies for lips,
Of more value than Soloman's treasures.

I wonder at the youthful innocence
Which leaves her unknowing, unaware
Of the warmth left behind when she leaves the room,
January embers; my heart burns there.

Her fine, tapered neck, an ivory plinth
To support the priceless object above,
No artisan could craft such a prize out of stone
It could only be carved out of love.

I wonder at her graceful, enduring form.
Hypnotic, yet soothing; smooth and sleek,
Her exquisite movements like liquid gold
Leaves the hearts that she touches weak.

I wonder if anything could compare to her
On this earth, or wherever it may be,
But what I wonder most of all, is
Why she chose to marry me?
submitted: 20 December