Mr Mar


This lady walks life with an openess,
Swaying a welcome to winds of new.
Smiling with no thought of defences,
Innocence, purity, through and through.

This lady carries a strange antenna,
Deploying rays that seek Mr Mar.
Unaware as she deals love aplenty,
To an invisible humour bizarre.

Mr Mar carries a strange antenna,
Deploying rays that seek to destroy.
Yet she sees no danger in this stranger
Only a future filled with joy.

Mr Mars’ are disguised and widespread,
No favours to the male population.
To which I belong, feeling quite ashamed,
An undeserved preoccupation.

This lady shows and knows no limits,
Even Angels would curtsey to her persona.
Proud mountains would stand even prouder,
As Mr Mars’ feebly follows to stone her.

Yet to discover her true potency,
Allow true love to flow into her veins.
This Queen of Angels can cast aside Mr Mar.
She then stands proud, the Queen reigns.

This lady stoops with burdens
Yet she levitates the lowest among us.
Carrying a light, devouring darkness,
Her very levity has often sprung us …..

From haunting depths of melancholy
Raising hopes, dismissing fears.
Mr Mar, stand beside yourself and see
A lonely man with dry and dusty tears.

Mr. Mar is definitely out there! He lurks in every corner, and you have described him perfectly, Rusty. I don't know a woman who has not at one time or another who has not had someone in her life with Mr. Mar's qualifications. Well done!
Suzanne