I once saw a picture
Of the man I know I love
His smile was one of leisure
His eyes that of a dove
My heart danced
My feet pranced
But it was a picture
Just a picture
I once heard the voice
Of the man I know I love
He sounded grandiose
I felt I’d found a treasure cove
I skipped through town
I couldn’t frown
But it was a voice
Just a voice
The man I know I love
Treats me with respect
His eyes don’t rove
I don’t have to dissect
Every little thing he says
Because even in future days
In his love I remain certain
And that is enough to sustain
My smile
My beautiful smile
Nice poem, so when is the next one?
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