For guys for their gals today, and for all you gals reading this...

HER

If gathering all Desire’s flowers,
And blending them all with mystical powers
And honey and ivory and rubies and milk
And gold and berries and music and silk
And the airy sigh of the waterfall
And the liquid shimmer of nightfall
And the birdsong in spring forests
And the phosphor of phosphorous
And with extra angels leavened
The potent tears of storming heavens
And diamonds, pearls, perhaps a mink fur
Could make one replica of her —
What a shy price would be squandered
For the prize Pygmalion pondered.

Yet if it were that just collecting
All the parts found while inspecting
Could sum her greater whole
(And ignite her body’s soul!)
There would be no need to sing!
Or write foolish poems wandering
For this one and unrepeatable
Luck of fortune’s dice uncheatable,
This woman who inspires fires
And joyous choirs of desires
In this mere man’s silent quill!
For she was made in this Creation
Without a chance of duplication
By any skill or will.

And being so lovely
She shows how very
Much such love is necessary
Upon the earth
And under the sun,
Where God, of her,
Made only one.

— CF