That “Something” About Her

She’s fair and yet not beautiful,

     She’s gay, and yet not silly;

She’s warm and free at times to me,

     And yet as often chilly.

So much she flirts with chums of mine               all my chums

     That many times I doubt her;

And yet I cannot give her up

     Because of that something about her.

She plays and sings most charmingly,

     And yet, she is no master;

Her every act serves but to whirl

     My ready pulses faster.

And were she worse a thousand times,

     Life would be lost without her;

She must be mine, and that divine,

     Unspeakable “something” about her.

July 6, ‘94

Pub. in B. Courier,

Sept. 30, ‘94