dearest cari, the spite of fate
be thou marry and free from hate
faintest flow'r, thy eyes are bright
in the shower of your warm light
quiet beauty, so soft your voice
e'er so sultry--thy form is choice
dearest cari, so full of joy
be not wary--with life do toy
pretty siren, oh sing thy call
life not barren when you stand tall
lovely sparrow, thy wings may hold
in your marrow the tale i told
dearest cari, the spark of life
like a fairy--the bane of strife
flowing river, thy face is clear
thou are silver--i wish you near
a shining moon, thou art aglow
be here soon and you will grow
—
February 9, 1991 (April 4, 1992)
