For her I stood erect
I could not have been more direct
From head to toes I inspect
She looked at me like an insect
Knitting her brows, showing deject
I said; hold on, what did you expect
You walk around exposing your breast
They must be the topic of the subject
They’re exposed, nipples cold, pointing at every object
Then you look down on me with abject
She paused for a moment no words for her to select
She knew I was right and meant no disrespect
So I opened my mouth and paid due respect
And she blushed and smiled at my quaint dialect
When the poet chose words, my choice was perfect
Soon her heart became the topic of my project
And when we met, souls connect
Hearts joined, no one could dissect
And each day one more memory to collect
My soul searches no more, I’ve found my prospect
And love is pondered in all aspect
Wanting to ensure that there is no disconnect
In her, no wrong can I detect
In my eyes she’s never incorrect
And in her presents I feel imperfectly perfect
Her love virus took over my soul and my life it infect.
While my heart I inspect as a cure I try to inject
But in love so deep our souls interconnect
Hearts entwined, neither can eject
Only deflect the effects of disaffect
Caused by loves rejects
So we don’t reflect on love’s regret
But live by love’s architect
Using the day we met and the joy it resurrect
To direct and redirect our life, limiting love’s aftereffect.



