Poem for her 403

Dear Readers,



The Face

In the mirror that day at Mom's I said Love your shirt
That I kissed in that video we like to play again
You see when out on the road and look to see your glasses
That I hold at night to look at the shape of you
Always brand spanking new just like when the door passed
Whose lips I tenderly touch with lip balm on finger
Whose lips I then kiss to settle in the taste of
Whose shape I know so well and ask you to draw on notes
Whose cheeks I touch and sooth with soft kisses of time
Whose forehead I kiss good morning to and good night
That I touch with tender fingers and wish the whole you


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.