She smiled like April

Breaking out of winter gloom;

She laughed with the fervor

Of a sudden shower in June.

In pursuit

          of perfection,

Seldom have I

          also seen success.

Many men catch beauty

with merely an eye.

Few men cherish beauty;

Fewer still wonder why.

You can never
Lure me with lipstick

But a gentle gaze
Leads me astray

I hope you are

A star-gazer

An avid embracer

A rainy day reveler

A countless kiss craver



A cheerful heart
Filled with
Joie de vivre

And for you, I hope,
All these things
I will be

Often,
I wake in the middle,
And at all other hours,
Of the night.

Sometimes,
I hear the joints
Of this old building,
Creaking.

I have to remind myself
It's older than I am;
Likely has more complaints,
But fewer demons.