There's a Lady I love -- ah! she is such a dream,
Not a girl in the world is as fair.
I can picture her now, with her so charming ways
And her beauty beyond compare.
I have only to think of that Lady fair,
Even tho' half the globe does us part,
And the thrills that I know become real again.
Oh, what bliss to an aching heart!
When I think of two eyes that are filled with joy
While a warm breast throbs close against mine,
When I dream of her fingers that clutch at my heart,
And two arms that around me do twine.
Eyes more precious than jewels, and breasts whiter than snow,
And two hands 'tis a joy to caress,
All the wonder and charm of my Lady divine
Do those soft round white arms express.
Oh, I know of a haven so fragrant and sweet
That it puts all the flowers to scorn,
And I dream of my Lady with tresses --- but stay!
For perchance she is shingled or shorn.
My Lady's white hands, to kiss them is enough
To fill me with pride and with joy,
But the touch of her lips that were just made for love
Makes me glad I was born a boy.
Oh, my Lady divine, her soul is as white
As the shoulder she gave me to kiss,
And as sweet as the thousands of "thickly pops",
Which all men but me have to miss.
Who? The name of my Lady you're dying to know?
Well, do not breathe a word on your life.
My love for her grows every year more and more,
Yet she's only my Lady Wife!
A POEM WRITTEN BY MY FATHER TO MY MOTHER ON 26 APRIL 1927. THEY HAD BEEN MARRIED FOR SEVEN YEARS. BUT FOR THE LOVE EXPRESSED HERE I MIGHT NOT BE ALIVE NOW!
But what, in Heaven's name, did he mean by "thickly pops"? According to the Internet it is short for "thickly populated areas". The mind boggles.
