Little darling,
When did you last encounter a poem,
That left you smiling from deep within,
One to assure you, you're my only love,
Another to whisper sweet "I love you"s,
The final one to convey the, "I miss you"s,
How much more should I inscribe,
In your honor, for your eyes to find,
Hold your breath as you swiftly reply,
Caressing your pillow, eyes sparkling in delight,
After the words, 'Your name lingers on my lips',
And if that's not enough, how about,
"Here, I bring you chocolates wrapped with a verse."
How long must I engage your gaze,
With the images of you I've carefully penned,
In the previous lines, did you perceive,
When I confessed, emphasized, "read me,"
As if the clay from which you were shaped,
Was imbued with the essence of celestial dew.
I envy how you reside within my heart,
Every line I write, your essence a part,
Until when will I convey that this art,
Finds its completion in your tender touch,
The mere mention of your name, it clings so much,
Here I am, weaving you into this art,
My poems of the twenty-first century,
Speak volumes of a love deeper than you know.
Little darling,
I hope you've now encounter a poem,
That has left you smiling from deep within,
It has assured you, you're my only love,
With my whisper of sweet, I love you's,
The final line saying the I miss you's,
I hope it does so, little darling.