Poem for her 723

Dear Readers,


The cake too

Dates those things I have fun with
We both have fun with
Then we bake with them
Pop them in our mouths
Chew around the seeds
There a date for you
The date in question
I am not sure I know the left one
The right one is in your left
The left one in your right
Dancing the slow dance
Though the songs vary
There you go
Bounce at the action
Of me standing in front of you
Bounce to push me
Bounce to be
Bounce your toes say
I love it when you sigh
The soft sounds of your laugh
The sounds of
The cake filled plate
There have some
A slice

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.