In the midst of tulips
I gave her a true kiss
Or shall I say she kissed me
Wasn’t too wet or sticky
It was delightful
And I would write full
Love stories to her and continue
To do so
In a true mode
of
Thankfulness
I will write to her
Until all the pens I touch
Run out of ink
But since it won’t happen during
The eternity of my frail existence
She will be on my wish list
Not granted by Santa Clause
Cause a gift as such can only come from
God
It was a Love Jones that sparked
Our first meeting in my soul’s living room
I was tired of an ignorant interlude
She wanted to teach me a new
Language and she invited me to dinner to
Plus she offered dessert
And it was the sweetest thing
As I sat on a hill and wrote a verse