Poem for her 714

Dear Readers,


Pillow poem

There long ago was a poem
That sat in a box
Written on paper
Not told to anyone
Though thought out
Spelled in the lace of dreams
There in the box
The mail was sat on top of
The letters were in red and pink
Blue and black and even purple
The paper yellow and lined
They called it legal in size
The lines were blue and spaced
The words about pillows
The hint of something romantic
There in the prose verse by verse
The thoughts held fast
Pillow talk sure fire at the time
There is some more there in the box
One on a napkin
Soft felt like held sweet
Like that sigh of your lips
When I first kissed you that day
When I met pillow
And we talked
Poem verses in a box

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.