Her name falls from my lips and hits Her ear.
You probably weren’t aware that She could hear.
But She hears every word I think in Her direction.
I do not question this because I know I’ve Her affection.
She comes to me in dreams with silken, raven hair.
She dances with me sometimes
At night while I’m not there.
But my soul reminds me sometimes
When I wake up in the morn.
They sometimes like to treat me so I

Write much better poems.