Empathy Susanne Sellers Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Strange coincidence and happy that despite the daily grind
Ubiquitous which often does appal,
Sudden came that smile so golden to enthral!
An initial sign and signal, touching tendrils in the mind
New-discovered came across a spacious hall.
Nerves strained every intuition, trying hard to see behind
Each surface smile and hidden si[g]n so small.

So instead of veiled emotions, magic potions did unbind
Ultimate affection which before I'd wall
So as to avoid the void of hurt, unhappiness forestall,
And instead of screens obscene a Queen of open mind we find
Now where two before no feelings I recall,
Numb the soul's song, dumb the heart-strings were, ambitions undefined,
Expecting anxiously sweet Susanne's call.

Summer's sunny smile did banish rile where heart and soul inclined
Unreservedly to open up in Gaul
Superlatives that never knew pitfall
Autumn's cold, though bold, could melt at last, bring joy unto mankind
Nature Nature had surpassed, one over all!
Nothing can compare with her sweet air, and silken tresses twined,
Even Helen's name lost claim to fame, did pall.

Sweet Susanne's soft and charming manner was a banner so refined,
Unfurled the flag of Beauty was to all,
Silencing all critics, each catcall.
And now I know I'd thrones forego, to echo unconfined,
Nobility which her heart would install.
Now as Queen for ever, Muse and envy of all Womankind,
Eternal lines ascribing to her thrall.

Signals when received believed were, sending inspiration signed
Unashamedly by Susanne, never Paul
So surprised was by the bright light none could stall.
All others show a surface glow, her charms alone can blind!
No wonder by her side pride strides so tall!
Noting soft curvaceous stature with a spirit strong to bind,
Enthusiastic praise whate'er befall.

Singing praises in rhymed phrases all the day is much maligned
Understanding passing through fair verse may fall
Sweetly on the ears, respond to inner call.
Although more verse I would rehearse to praise her, yet unkind
Narrow English lacks linguistic wherewithal!
Nobleness and virtues true unchallenged are in her combined,
Egypt's Cleopatra too would blush withal!