Finishing work on a Tuesday
often has it's charms,
nearer to the middle and away from Monday's harm,
the roughest hungover part of the week been and gone,
confronted and finished with the verve of aplomb.
As well as those little celebrations this Tuesday was better,
it had you in it.
You got off the train and moved towards me, a equal to all the sun,
making the day
splendid
and fantastically won.

Your meterphorical language suggests I'm fake,
a facsimile,
but i can fax you a simile to show you how real I can be!

Seems more than something this,
the way
you're on my mind.
Any good thing reminds me of you;
a dot of sunshine,
a high five in a happy time,
a joyous voice projected,
a touch in connective,
contentment in reflective,
a mean wall
relented;
you you you,
you make the sky
all new.

Silly
to hear you say
that I might not have thought
you looked beautiful
today;
your stupendous made dally
with all the air,
your best side everywhere.

You seem like you'll always
be
your beautiful head,
all brilliant full
but never led;
knowing steps in deep
winter snow,
and when to wait
in summertime glow;
no-one could ever deem you foe
as the destination is wonder
wherever you go.

Your sleepy times rest
on my sofa
as I want to wake you
for another ace chat
but your snooze set form
suggests that is that.
Have a good Land Of Nod and in your tranquil most chill;
sweet steady self for more of your brill.

Words I associate with you
jump quickly
off the page,
a collection of letters
making soar my days.