How Pretty Pella Is!

Who can propper say how pretty Pella is when your name is Ingri without spilling red silky ink across the page, without declarations of, "This is a love poem!” and a twinkling refrain of, "How pretty Pella is!" Certainly not Ingrid, the theme and reason for "IS" existence as well as I, the pen and paper romance-this moment called a "poet"-as much the creator-reader as the meager paper-stainer as far as meaning-making is concerned; but, the real poem is the eyes of Pella darting her blessing left to right across this tender loving landscape"How pretty Pella is! How pretty Pella is!!