Despite his or her
efforts, the delight of your
personality
sparkles, starlike, from that night---
more than thirteen decades since.
Author's Notes/Comments:
Wrote this while listening to Frampton's song, "Baby I Love Your Way." The second stanza of that song is the most perfect poetry I have ever heard in a rock song at any time, in any place. I first heard it, complete (and not the truncated 45rpm version) on Christmas Day of 1976, and have never gotten over that first, and still present, opinion.