contemplation

[beachmusic]

I find, more and more,
That the men swept into my life by happenstance
Offer nothing to woo me.
These sad Americans! This lack of passion
I fear, will never turn my head
Without struggle or distraction.
Give me an Irishman whispering in my ear,
Or a Spaniard dancing at my arm,
An Asian fiercely romancing my eyes,
Or a Frenchman worshipping at my feet,
And I cannot help but smile-
The battle for my heart is already won.

These men have much to learn
If they are ever to succeed.