And he cares not what comes after.
His words ring sweet as a chime of gold,
And his eyes are lit with laughter.
He is jubilant as a flag unfurled --
Oh, a girl, she'd not forget him.
My own dear love, he is all my world, --
And I wish I'd never met him. "
This is a playful, colorful 'lady poem'. I say lady poem because it's just a poem that every single girl can relate to. All of us at one point on our lives would fall in love with someone, or have a huge crush on someone that we find strong, bold, sweet, and we so desperately like him that we wish we have never met him. The author here Mrs. Dorothy, explains best that obsessive feeling us ladies create when in love someone, it's like in our genes to think, obsess to that extent that we consider our lover Godlike and divine, like the sun lits only for him: "The ways are fair to his roaming feet,
And the skies are sunlit for him." I think the author here does a good transition at the end line of the last stanzas. She emphasizes the increasing love and if I might say obsession for her love by first saying I wish I never met him, second I wish he were in Asia, and last like I wish someone would shoot him. Someone would think that's crazy, I think that is only humane. Girls fall in love so deeply that their dimesions change, and sometimes the fear of your love being with someone else makes us think it's better that I'd never met him, or that he dies...well, maybe we're crazy after all.
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