“I spy, with my little eye,”
Oh really, and what do you spy?
He glistened and winked;
And stopped to think;
Then let out the longest sigh…
“Well,” (with chortle and spark)“
I spy the sky high above;
Where every star has its very own light,
Cooing out like a mourning dove.
I spy the moon, warm; a-glow;
Romancing her slice of the night.
I spy unfound dreams still a-float
Which buoy Pan’s turquoise boat
And I spy you and I…
With a true-love I cannot deny.”
Oh my, I said, that’s a lot to spy.
(And I returned his smile
With twinkling eye.)
He waited, oh so patiently,
And finally shouted the words:
“What do you spy, tell me true.
Tell me what you see in me;
And what you think we’ll do.
Tell me that you love me;
Tell me we are good;
And tell me, while you hold my hand,
We’ll do just what we should.”
(I drew my breath with sweetened air;
And grabbed his hand with loving care;
Then like an otter, smiled…
Just knowing he was there.)
I told him that our love is big;
And I hope he sees that truth.
Then I told him how I marvel
When he shares his charms from youth.
I told him that his spying eyes
Are warm with mossy greens;
And his tender smile leaves me
With the dreams of tangerine.
I remind him we’re forever one,
For lifetimes yet to come.
And that now is just one moment.
(As we sip on Jamaican rum.)
For my eyes reflect I’m his to hold;
While our hearts fill up with love.
And that our fate is not just lifetimes old,
It’s a timeless gift from above.
I told him he was cherry picked,
From God’s only cherry tree;
And his blossom, sweet from springtime,
Wafts, you’re the only one for me.
(And when the stars start falling
Down from our moonlight’s night.
I’ll forever know our epic-love,
Bore from a meteorite.
And how the quiet spoke to us:
Fortunes told from time-washed runes;
Scribing poems of what was yet to be,
While loving in our afternoons.)
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