Yes, dear, I said your eyes aren’t like the sun.
But how is that an insult? Tell me, please.
Their gaze blisters no skin, nor do they stun
With heat stroke and related maladies.
I said your feet make contact with the ground.
It’s true! I’ve seen you walk! Give me a break!
The airborne goddess hasn’t yet been found
Can match your earthbound shimmy-shimmy-shake.
To several other tropes I gave short shrift –
Coral, snow, rose. Those I don’t ache to touch.
A new, true praise was my intended gift.
(Bards give too little when they claim too much.)
But I confess I was a fool to say
That your breath ‘reeks.’ Forgive that word, I pray.