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.
Ah, 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