What if?
In the Land of Lala,
Inhabited by a dizzy bint,
Someone extraordinary,
Someone spinning in a whirlwind,
A kaleidoscope of colour, of texture
Strutted with no apology
Into your life.
And you didn’t know
Quite how that fit?
But, when you screwed up your eyes
You knew that it was right.

An irreverent son of a gun
Against whom you could pit
You’re weird wit.
And, against every obstacle
Flung across the haphazard path
Didn’t balk, didn’t laugh.
And even in your most
Outlandish flights of fancy
Upon the crazy carousel
Would stay the course,
Ride with you,
Upon the backs of bucking broncos
Venturing into the dreamlands of reality
Fly through the lights years
Of technicolor wonderment
To a galaxy exuding
The sweet, defiant scent
Of Jasmine.

What would you do?
Would you walk away?
I don’t think so.