Bohemian woman,
a breath of fresh air.
Non-conformist chick -
there's nothing to compare.

No ordinary hippie
or dissenting beatnik,
you're a raving beauty,
a satellite amongst the stars
- like Sputnik.

Sensitive is your word,
quiet and unusual too.
A gentle, lyrical bird
with each poem giving
a clue to you.

You flew into my life
like Willo the Wisp,
a fleeting memory
I nearly missed.

You will return
of that I am sure;
playful and sweet,
a woman so pure.