| The Love Poem |
| My hands are in love with her My eyes are in love with her eyes My nose is in love with her scent My ears are in love with her voice My heart is in love with her For when I touch her skin My hands get a buzz from the power When I look into her eyes My vision is blurred from the beaty When I sit next to her My nose clears from the scent And when she opens her mouth to speak It is as though I hear an angel It is because of all of this I know that I love her David C. Bailey June 6, 2001 |