I couldn't help myself today. I found a couple rhymes I liked and I just had to write this poem about Sarah. I'm way too embarrassed to share it with Morgan, let alone with her. But I figure I might as well record it somewhere. And this journal is about as safe a spot as I have.

I did have to remove a couple of stanzas, though. I'm guessing only adults read my journal, but I have no idea what the government does. Besides, some things are best kept to oneself.

An Ode to Sarah Walker

The elves speak of the beauty of Luthien,

And Aragorn dreamt of his elf love, Arwen.

But their eternal beauty could ne'er compare

To Sarah Walker, most blessed of mortal women.

Clark Kent pursues the raven hair of Lois Lane,

And Batman the golden tresses of Vicki Vale.

Poor deluded men who do not know

How by Sarah their beauty would pale.

Her hair was spun on the loom of a master

Who works only the finest of gold.

To touch it is the purest of pleasures,

To smell it can never grow old.

For many, ears are a feature ignored

A support for glasses, no more.

Here, though, hearing is not enough,

They are another facet to adore.

Her eyes have depths unseen and unknown,

Contained and sustained in the purest of blues.

To look into them is a danger most divine,

For in them, a man his self must lose.

Her nose, trite though it may sound,

Is stunningly cute and wonderfully perky.

She will sometimes wrinkle it in response –

Its appeal to me is not murky.

Her lips red craters of passion

Succulent, moist, and full

To kiss them is manna from heaven

A pleasure no earthly distraction could dull.

Her smile, though too rare to appear,

An entire city of dark can it brighten.

No matter the burdens you may bear

Seeing it your heart will lighten.

At the bottom of the face a chin

Whether pulled back or pushed in defiance

Brings to the whole composition

A sense of finish and balance.

Each component is an emblem perfect

The standard by which all others are measured.

Together they form a composition

That above all others must be treasured.

Her body is slender and curvy

Yet immensely powerful and nimble.

It is a two-sided threat of destruction

That causes all sighted men to tremble.

The stomach of Sarah seems to hardly exist

'Neath the muscles and tone of her form.

In this world or in any other

Such insane tautness is definitely not the norm.

Her legs are sculpted long and lean,

With lines of beauty both straight and curvy.

Some day I long to caress them in full,

Thought I'm sure 'twould make me quite nervy.

So, while the Smurfs have a special Smurfette,

And Steampunks a wandering Girl Genius.

I'll take my chances with Walker comma Sarah,

Of all the rare diamonds the most precious.