With a glancing glimpse, you recognize her,
Yet you do not know her name.
She subtly grasps you, be not bitter,
Her face hints of some unrealized flame.
Her body varies deeply in color, shape, size,
But her familiar soul is the most delicate prize.
Her sweet smile is an intoxicating lure,
That for millennia has been lonely man’s cure.
There is nothing quite like her laugh,
Such a joy, you are compelled to gaffe.
Plentiful as dirt but treasured as gold,
The Duchess is true beauty to behold.
Fate is the officiant of the encounter,
Always destined yet never assured.
Post written by the Duke of Cambridge Road