She knows I listen to her silken voice on the radio
that cream on red lips in black velvety love
casting tunes to the airwaves for all to hear
yet she is far away but not yet not so near

I told her she could drink with me
if she wanted sip from the same cup as me
by my honour I would lay my sword down
and in attributes of taste give her the queens crown  

I am one that most can not see
and only a few do understand me
I came here from a far away land
so my language they don't understand
but here I write this to you my skilful lady
yes and somewhat writing poems daily
I learn a tune or two when writing to you
so your secret listener bows to you, my lady

  
 By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSoalris