Verses to Eve: One

                                                                               

Ode To My Dear

"What's a 7-year-older to receive?

Just few knowledge; and a teepee.

He won't get more in planet Hoth,

Besides, here, they all hate clothes.

I've had my toys; I had a drum,

Lots of deceptions; and freaked love,

I had a pet, of little use

I had a dream, and it was you.

My 15^th Gift, was such a waste

I didn’t get anything, but mom had pearls

At 17, I can rest laid,

‘Cause I have you, my perfect girl.

I had looked for my gift myself

Under tables, and then in church

Sometimes a ball, sometimes were shoes

Sometimes were crickets, or dropouts of school.

And what’s the sense in all this?

That my search wasn’t in need

My gift came walking to my personal pit

And took me as hers, so now I’m she’s.

And now I’m joyful, without complaint,

And she’s so gorgeous and perfect ways

And know I love her, and she does me

This is all forever, this all my dream.

My rhyme sucks for the critics here

Because of little music, and orthography

But I feel all this, so my care is low

‘Cause I have my gift, cause I have my dream, a real true love."