She was the fastball furnace,
She radiated glee and merriment,
She sent throbs of quivers with her smiles,
She held me up, yet broke my ego just the same.
She was the wild blue yonder,
So near was she, yet untouchable.
She was the great unknown, the bliss
So great were her charms, yet she spiked like thorns.
She was the happy hunting ground,
Beautiful were the pastures I called my own,
She was my midday shade, under her, blissful merriment.
She was the real bloom, her allure and her class.
She was my darling dreamboat,
She was born a stunner,
She was Nina, and I was Ian,
She was sent from the great beyond.
We shared, but we lost just the same.
©dennis k bundi 2018