I really miss you dearly
And I mean this most sincerely
Though I hardly know you.

Why is it then
I get so speechless
When you walk into a room?

Your essence
It doth dazzle me
With neon smile
Electric eyes.

Like the classic tale
Of Sir Lancelot
In love with King Arthur’s wife.

Perhaps I’ll go through life
Spouseless
For none can come to match
The beauty I see in you.

© 1974
Inputted and revised © 2017

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06/18/2017

Posted on 06/18/2017
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