I think she’s five foot two,
So sultry, sweet, and sensual,
Just four lines wouldn’t do.
She deserves a few more stanzas,
of my heartfelt, soulful rhymes.
To give her something less,
would be a shame and crime.
Yes, I would be to blame,
If I didn’t spend the time,
to put these words together,
for this special friend of mine.
She’s as fine as any diamond,
or a priceless work of art.
No matter where I’m going,
she is singing in my heart.
This may be the start of something,
that will last a long, long time.
I only know we’re growing closer,
and like a brilliant star she shines –
with every line I write about her,
with every steeple bell that chimes.
How I long to hold and kiss her,
and to unfold her with these rhymes.
I hope and pray this poem moves her,
with love’s rhythm as it flows.
She’s more precious than a flower,
as I’m sure that heaven knows.