She sails in the room, in which I was present,
Countenance demanding attention, eyes turning, including mine.
As though unawares she nearly flies with grace and assurance,
Like a damsel on a bowsprit, damn she looks fine!
Though it be days, before we met,
My thoughts were hers, without exception.
Almost explosive, as close as it gets,
Were feelings of lust, animal attraction.
Two score and six, years have we sailed,
Jibs full , wind at backs, hearts full of passion.
A steady vessel, never have we flailed,
Riding life’s waves, her and her captain.
– For my lovely Katherine. May we ever embrace in the bow of our love.
I love you too baby. Love this!!!!