In A Mood As Good As Awesome Food

With Eyes As Bright As Black Onyx

She'll Be Reading & Re-reading

This Puny Piece Of Poetry

Twirling Her Silky Hair

With Slender Fingers

And Often Smile

As She Imagines

Walking A Mile

Along With Me

Hands-In-Hands

On A Sweet Day

Not Waiting Until

The Month Of May

She'll Be Reading This

And She Will Do It Soon

Pulled Like A Dove By Love

Love That I Never Fail To Display

Through My Words In My Puny Poems

I Rightly Write Rightfully For Her - Her Only.