My Dear Girl


My dear girl,
The person you'd like to be is not you
You are used to seeing things from up above
Your stature so very tall and so true
Someone to see maybe even to love

My dear girl,
Even before I could know you, you changed
Is chivalry such an obvious hint?
You don't need advice from someone deranged
But does hair really need a vibrant tint?

My dear girl,
Your vocation is mainly to distract,
Nothing poetic, nothing heroic,
Your dignity by putting on an act
The silly struggles of a vain stoic

My dear girl,
The glossy magazines are made for fools
Clothes horses soft darling satin dolls
The editors enjoy blue swimming pools
As you try on hats at the exit polls

My dear girl,
I am puzzled by your soft demeanour
They should call you in a hushed voice, Justine
Like Durrell's heroine with her candour
Female passion seen as something pristine

My dear girl,
I get a shiver every time you are near
I lose control of my morality
Well I know you not, but there is this fear
Of trespassing on your propriety

Lucignano, 17 1 2007