Definately adding this to my poon book of poems.  thanks for sharing.  Already on page 467.  this has to be a best seller.

An ode to Brook

Brook stood in the light, her hair so fair,
The statuesque figure of a woman, all could just stare.
With my handshake weakened, by the sun from her smile,
I found charm radiating from her presence, the light went on for a mile.
In the few words spoken, I find no memory,
But the image in my heart, will linger in eternity.
If I were to meet her again, and find the right words to say,
I’d start something like this, but will never count on that day.
“Brook, you want a man not a creep, who thinks before her speaks,
Who will crave you, always desire you, and keep you twitchin for weeks.
The flowers will never be the same, and if each room could only talk,
I promise you this on the days after our passion, neither of us will find the right walk.
I will hold your door, take you for sushi at Zen,
Massage your back each morning, until you scream “when!”.
I am a man that loves forever, not a week, not a year,
Who holds his true love and always wants to be near.
I’ll look at you always, not your friend, not another,
We will spend many a rainy day, making love to each other.
Handsome is in your eyes, and I would want that to be real,
Tall and dark I am, smart and strong to humble to feel.
I’ll call you each night, no matter where I am,
And send you kisses and love, and know I am your only man.
See finding a love who will give you his money, is not the hardest part,
It’s finding a friend for life, that takes two people who are smart.
So if I wink and give you a nod, when I pass you on the street,
Take a minute of your time, you just might not know who you’ll meet.

Wanderer