The Picture and the Song

The Picture and the Song

I gaze at a picture of yours,

For hours long until it nears 4 A.M.

My knowing stare at your pretty eyebrows

Is thus secured and I have a brain-jam!

Infinite thoughts throng and I am writing a song,

About teasing eyeballs twinkling along;

Impish charm exuding from each painted eye-lid,

Your innocence easing my mind much as I need.

And the feeling grows strong; mooning them too long,

Until beats are skipping; to my heart they belong.

Your puckish nose, straight and small as it is;

Holding the shades midway on its bridge;

It is over them that I behold the pixie-tease!

A soft shadow rests on your lips and Cupid’s bow;

I know the lip gloss and I see the glow;

The faint emboss of a kiss I won’t miss,

At loss of words but feelings only increase.

Enthralled by the look you throw while we listen to Bono,

His song’s so mellow with your vocal crossflow;

With movement of your pretty mouth replacing the winsome smile

The cherished day; the zooming drive, every unending mile!

Your cherubic cheeks full of little spheres of baby fat,

Beseech fondness and I am besotted;

With smitten tenderness in written sentiments,

Overwhelmed and overflowing and all this time looking

At the picture of yours, I am amazed still more,

With unfathomable fervor and still growing enamour!