The Measuring Stick

You are the measuring stick,
the rod of want’s perfection.
Like the needle in a compass pointing northward,
you are my constant direction.
Once I sipped your spell binding elixir,
it was blasphemous to settle for less.
Many women have talents, manners and personality
but you are the “total package”; the best!
A brilliant buoy setting the water limit,
never floating aimlessly with the tide.
I dared to move on to other shores when we first met
but in my subconscious you abide.
Compromises winds of change
and withering fruits of morality
grant temporal waves of delight.
All others pale like twinkling stars
in comparison to you,
a full moon glowing bright.
I hoped that someday the Almighty would bless me
with someone virtuous and true.
Beloved, you are the measuring stick,
all other women fail to compare to you.














By Sean Ruize Edmundo Munnings
The Raga~Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.