A
truly wonderful night
even
if you creamed me right
at
golf, it's no slight
because
I held my maiden tight.
To
you I cannot explain,
when
with you how I feel,
mine
heart is no longer steel
nor
does it beat in vain.
You
know not how it melt
when
your soft touch it felt
or
how when you smile
it
pleases me all the while.
So
enough of this verse,
when
I touch your skin terse
I
know then it is true...
that
Poetry is you...
But
it is your soul
making
it's heavenly toll
that
enlightens the night
My
heart beats with might!
Pedro Marenco
Sacramento, CA
© uly 15, 2000