where hast the morning run
into the glistening hallways of thine eyes
I cheerfully sung
and in a moment of marvelous rhyme
our conversations cried
this morn sitting with you
as I was
I traced freckles on that very same sun
while you observed I was a gypsy
and I replied no but I find I'm being
needlessly needled by one
as my eyes climbed three small stairs
of flesh upon my face
in your smile I saw a thousand I love you's
maybe even more
but the wind hid a few I'm sure behind
your ducking head
in my own eyes
I'm certain you saw at least 337 good mornings
along side subsequent dreaded good nights too
these last eleven months with you at the worst
have been a catered thing
but you're the chocolate moose that could make
any giggling fat girl sing
don't you know
Don Juan, Lothario, Casanova
that's one of the great many diverse reasons
that I love you
simply because I like me a little more
whenever I'm in your company
and that my love
is the gift I never tire of your giving me...............
(June 17, 2010 233am)


Author's Notes/Comments: 

written for the man who has captured my enchantment and made it his own.

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