Either RALIN without final E
or ALINE without initial R
should only hint at a she
whose name I wish not whisper
even as I shout it loud
in my heart of hearts
Hers is the look of art for art
with archaic smile not acloud
lovely to gaze over and over
or even to mind ever and ever
but no way I can see
and in no way I have a fancy
to prose a star so famous
without an imputed alias
that is ALINE without R
or RALIN without E
RALIN is a queen innate
for the shahs to coronate
in a greatness above par
ALINE is a fine crystalline unowned
for the magnates to crown
his owndom of possessions with
to the nth degree
RALIN is a fain virgin unclaimed
for the alphas to aim
his dom's grande passion at
however she seems free
ALINE is a violin unplayed
for the maestros to pay
his random emotion with
in form rare
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Either RAL without INE
or RA without LINE
still is the same femme
that I shame to name
in a manner natural
but remains she to illumine
in a plethora of spectra
as a sign of my line
Her visage is like a candelabra
with its tender glow nymphine
casting no shade of umbra
that guides one to imagine
reaching it for warmth
or shading it from harm
RAL is an ideal pal for the mutual equals
INE is a pristine feminine for the genuine masculines
RA is an aura of aurora with extra simulacra
LINE is a sightline of the skyline on the borderline of the shoreline
RAL is a special gal for the unusual exceptionals
INE is a nectarine jasmine for the determined sanguines
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Ralinsha
Non-FictionIt started on the eleventh day of the third moon, the day before my thirty-eighth sun, this year. Having seen her on the box days or weeks earlier, it occured to me that particular day to write a poem about her, not knowing whence and how the fancy...
