“To discern doggerel by the afflatus of her smile, Your altercation titillates my epical grasp, When with her those words relate to her allure, The color of her eyes engraves words to my soul,
The ogle before me of her deepens the ink that flows, Her apotheosis of marrow and iris mauve into words, The drawing depth of patterns I derive up as my poetry Her voice when sounded catches my soul afflatus on fire,
Igniting a flambeau of astringent words of fruitful poetry, She gleefully carries my words to the beyond as I write, Where sequential conjectures apparent to my poetic stance, As our hands enmesh this adumbration in clarifying my ardor,