I gotta' poem in my pocket
been writing it for you
All the things I think about
that you might
never know I knew

The paper became
quite tattered but
the words they didn't fade
Promise unto Promise
is how the truest
love is made

All the ways your eyes
they sparkle with promise
as your cheerful
voice is heard
Smiling your way
to total control
as you point me
onward with a word

Your will has a way
to goodness.
Willful with purpose.
Determined in goal
The Woman I embrace
is the Woman observed

The Woman that I know.

I gotta' poem in my pocket
Torn and tattered it's true
I don't think it will
ever be finished
'Cause it is written
all about You.

-R.

(10.15.16)
--LA