Pocket poem for Ben. score 1-10

My heart is but the wick in a ball of wax. As you blow past me I flicker with joy.


You warm my soul with only a touch. For you I will melt with pleasure.

For you I am warm. For you I will dance. I sit and wait for you to come.

For you I wait with Anticipation. For you are my fire, my air, my desire.

For you are my heart my only desire. You are the reason that we are me!



Kelly

I'll work on that thank you.

Kelly