Be still my beating heart,
she’s reading my poems again.
I can’t believe this princess among
women has graced me with her
presence once again.
Surely I’ve been favored by angels
in heaven and even by God above
that this loveliest of all women is
reading the words I crafted for her.
Of course, I’m just imagining this
and you may have believed it was real,
but I’m an imaginative man with many
imaginative scenarios running endlessly
through my expansive mind.
And I kinda liked the idea of a guy being
able to feel the presence of a most special
woman reading his poems on his blog,
like a supernatural romantic thing.
Bob Boyd