I wanted to write a lovely poem..
I ended up writing your name

He is two -
Like a vinyl record--
he has an 'A' side
and a 'B' side;
guess which one
I love to listen to,
on repeat,
over,
and over,
again?

He is two -
Like cuttlery--
A knife
and a fork -
one is sharp
and cuts deep,
and one picks me up;
guess which one
I love to spoon?

He is two -
Both,
the sun,
and the moon;
and I,
... well,
I was doomed
from the beginning,
just like a shooting star;
guess which one
I fell for?

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

My barton of pen
creates inside grace
In staff of a creative melody.

I create,
as if orchestra leader.
Where words are instruments
played for a readers mind.

Ink becomes words
that are like spot lights
for verse of songs to be heard.

Vibrations move
across eyes with delicate tempo
and into heart
to aid one to float inside breath.

When poem concludes,
its an invitation
for others to gather.
Gather as language transcends
into the heart ears to digest
a song of love.