When
When you can write love poems
After seventeen years
About how she thrills you
From your toes to your ears
When you sit and daydream
Of the cute way she walks
And how you'd love to kiss her
While watching her talk
When after all those years
She knows all your faults
Still her touch makes you quiver
Like a pole vaulter vaults
When you find you love her
More and more every day
Then, my friend, you've got true love
Not much more I can say.
© Skya Wode
02 January 1998
