I know some poems start off like this.
Roses are Red violets are blue.
For you Nala.
Simba, will start it this way.
It's true!
I never missed a woman.
As much as I miss you.
To look in your eyes.
Oh, so blue!
  The color of your hair.
The way the sun shines through.
The Way We kissed, felt so right.
I miss your touch.
The feel of your skin.
The way we laughed, and then kissed again!
I never thought,
I'd miss you this way.
The night's that pass, each and every day.
How we would get comfortable,
in our special way!
When I asked!
You would say okay.
I never thought,
I'd miss you this way.
When it came time
to say,
for you to go away.
The words, I never wanted to hear.
Now it's time.
To walk with you.
To give you the kiss,
that sent you on your way.
Knowing the wish in my heart.
I truly, wanted you to stay.
I never missed, a woman like this.
I felt it in my heart.
I told you so.
The way I watched, you go down the road.
Knowing, I should have told you then.
I love you Mary Ann!
It is true.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I truly love you!
You said it, too.

Simba