Poem for her 752

Dear Readers,


Today I asked

Do I get to pick the color
She said Yes
I said a color
Then I said
Kiss the front top Hem
When the day goes all stressy
I am there at the kiss
My hand soothing you
Inside your belt loops
Hand in a pocket
Coat or jeans
Or skirt edge
Where ever you need me
There soft sweet nothings
Whisper
We love you
As they soak into your skin
There the mirror says
You are awesome
There the window frame
Says
You are perfection
Be that the window to the car
The window in a door
The window in a wall
There you know you are Perfection
Soft wind flows
The wind says
I love you


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.