So many loving words have been told
so much fantasy has been sold
to the most beloved of mine
to my only darling thine

not the darling of three years ago
this one I just met him
he saw, he came
and filled my cup to the brim
he just chose me, I remained the same

he was like a stargazer
idem-ditto a fire blazer
that one and that only I gaze
all time set me ablaze

not the lover of three years ago
he's one beau as I above said
believe me, though so
he is my only loved one who never makes me mad

for now
how much as many I get
it is oft too few the fun I bet
since his ever romantic songs
he treated the kilometers not his bed
it was not right but very wrong so I got mad

love across the miles
thousands of kilometers away
much fun you see
so many hugs, so many kisses his way
so much care and love to stay

anyway
these are my honest words
they have not gone  astray
I present these on a tray
my only game of the day
not only in summer or in the hay
but through all seasons each day

my only soliloquy
oh yeah it's really me
the words on my tray so clear
if I may
every month every year
so far and yet so near
so fresh as morning dew
so overloaded
so much and yet so few....



© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
Tuesday 18th November 2014
@6.56 hrs a.m. Morn Dew