She is sweet.
Without her this poem would be incomplete.

Every time he sees her there is a smile on her face.
Without her there where her poem should be there is a blank space.

She is hot to handle like a key engulfed in flames.
Waiting on her hearts train tracks for her hearts trains.

How she will react to this poem I cant foresee.
Jumped over the fence to your heart but had to jump back because your dog bit me.

She likes making memories.
A wall with her hearts pictures. ©M.P.Jacobs