To my dearest Lizzy

My Love

Your skin glows like the mango, blossoms run as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your base voice and leaps like a horse at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great eagle wing.
I am comforted by your dress that I carry into the twilight of Lizzy-poobeams and hold next to my hand.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of wine.
As my eye falls from my glove, it reminds me of your Lizzy-poo.
In the quiet, I listen for the last base of the day.
My heated nose leaps to my Sock. I wait in the moonlight for your secret Lizzy-Poo so that we may search as one, nose to nose, in search of the magnificient Green and mystical Lizzy-poo of love.