A Poet's Wooing Comments

I write my lady sonnets, and I make her couplet rhymes and then watch her eyes get dreamy as her heartbeats rhythm's time when I quote them to her softly at the onset of the day or when she's making dinner as the evening slips away or I leave them on a paper that I'm certain she will find so she'll always know I love her and she's always on my mind

Dearest! I know you feel it - as I write here. You see everything this way or another. You are always on-line. So here is what I think: You really should visit me. We'll chat. I'll see you.