To Sydney with Love

Was there a day you were young and still svelte?
When suitors stood in line to take your hand?
There I was with my Texas buckled belt,

Polished gold-on-silver, to try and melt
Your heart. With all those other men, I stand.
Was there a day you were young and still svelte?

Ah, I see it now, as then, my thoughts dwelt
On seeing you gliding along, so grand.
There I was with my Texas buckled belt,

Boots with silver tips, hat of Stetson felt,
I offered you my ranch with its own brand.
Was there a day you were young and still svelte?

I recall the magical moment I knelt
Next to your knees, whispering “Will you?” and
There I was with my Texas buckled belt,

Awkward, yet firm, cards on the table dealt,
I’ll take what comes, from now. Play the next hand!
Was there a day you were young and still svelte?
There I was with my Texas buckled belt.

Above artwork by Sydney Clark