Beloved Apothecary
Beloved Apothecary, you are most
lovely to me in ways you cannot guess;
your subtle smile, which haunts me like a ghost,
exalts and elevates me nonetheless.
More beautiful than the rest, you beguile
the best in me, a tame and mild, old soul
your soft demeanor has blessed all this while;
and mended to health and to being whole.
Because of you, I have gained newfound wealth,
a treasure and fortune from meeting you
one fateful night this last spring, on the twelfth
of May, which I remember to this day, too.
Like “Mona Lisa,” so are your delicate ways;
but a glimpse of you oh! so divinely repays.
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