From “Motion Picture Magazine,” June, 1923:
If an aged philosopher stood before
Her portrait hanging in the hall of fame,
i think he would muse thus:
A thousand jeweled nights are in her eyes,
While luring shadows lie in her black hair;
the smoke wreathes curl from her enticing lips
As perfume from the heart of a red rose;
She loves or hates, known no neutral plane.
The flush of life spreads o’er that rounded cheek.
That ivory neck, which like a slender shaft
soars from its pearly base.
And she has found the fourth dimension,
Which is Romance.
How tightly does she hold you by her hand
‘Tis said to be a genius
One must have a spice of madness
It is there—the madness of a love of life
And life of love.
Ah me, to be her lover!
“A Creature of Flame and Desire,” Copyright 2014 by Sergio Delgado