Vicky Poem by Denis Martindale

To some, she was a dancer,
With magic steps to boot,
To some, a sweet romancer,
With classic smiles so cute.
To some, she was an actress,
Rehearsing what to say,
To some, a model in a dress,
On catwalks, hips to sway...

To some, she was a living doll
With whom to fall in love,
To some, she was an angel,
Or a fairy up above.
To some, she was their pride and joy,
The apple of their eye,
To some, a tricky tomboy,
A princess or a spy...

To some, she was astute, alert,
Whose heart was good as gold,
To some, she was a saucy flirt,
Outrageous and so bold...
To me, she was a rising star,
Quite heavenly, divine...
Well deserving of an Oscar
And to be my Valentine...


Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011.