You

I try to stay cool like I was taught;

But to speak of you disarms me so.

Is it possible to float on one’s thoughts?

I find that my smile betrays my determined soul.

My eyes begin to glisten;

My smile deepens as I watch the moon.

My audience turns to listen;

I catch myself humming a tune.

Every rumble and tumble is a beat in our dance.

Every melody and rhyme, every word and chime

I dare say I hear you in the clapping of hands

Sigh... You’re even here as I sip my tea and lime!

I catch myself dreaming of roses in bloom

Of lilies and daisies, of matching colours and paisley

To think that you will soon be my groom

And that I will become you’re leading Lady…