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NO ONE LIKE HER
Listening to Marilyn Monroe,
Croon "River of no return",
My heart misses her more,
For whom my heavens do burn.
And when Madhubala comes,
In sublime grace in Amar*,
My every thought is transfixed,
In the time when I first saw her.
When I watch favourite old films,
My eyes and mind grow dim,
And I see the old school yard,
Where she would often read the Bard.
Daphne, the best of all her ilk,
Still closest to my soul,
Pure gold and lustrous silk,
She means more than my whole.
I wonder why no one can,
Come close to what she was,
And the unseen whispers to me,
She's a gem none can surpass.
No matter how many times you take out her image and polish it, Her loveliness will sit ever the same in your mind's eye and your heart's memory. At some point reverence becomes no longer required but more so reminding. We are who we are because of who we were before thanks to those who helped create us in those moments long since gone by. Hers was a lovely additive to your still young and oh so impressionable life. A truly lovely man her love for you helped foster. What a lovely ship of deeply refined reverent humanness her love for you as a young man launched into the world. You sadness though a talisman sets your heart upon the right road. To that of self awareness, fairness, innate thankfulness and deeply entrenched feelings of long awaited for redemption. For all you are I can honestly say you are the song itself
not just the singer...............you know who!.......so why type it? laughs