Can It Be True?

Can it be true?
That I would find a girl like you?
A beautiful flower all for myself,
So precious and innocent, saved for me?
How can this be?

I know it is true.
Your beauty is great and runs through
your face and your hands and your heart
So pure and lovely, I can hardly stand.
And I’m your man.


From The Blue

Sometimes I like to write to you
And make a poem from the blue
to make you smile
and all the while
I think “I’ll end up smiling too.”