I saw a photograph of her years ago, stately, beckoning.

I knew she was so much older than me

And that many people, men as well as women had loved

Her beauty as much as I did now. She seemed to symbolise

Everything I ever wanted. I was in love, I was mesmerised.

She was so far away. So for many years I could by dream

Of being with her, my heart ached and my thoughts ranged

To the day when I would say, “It’s me my lady, I made it!