Here I am, I call it off,
Bidding goodbye to my laptop.
Sitting straight, facing the wall,
Inscribing a new poem of love.
I could’ve easily gone to sleep,
But instead I chose to write.
Because you can take a look at this,
Read my poem, you might.
Somehow I feel you know,
what goes on inside my mind.
If you could just see me now,
Everything is of a different kind.
The words you speak to me,
Make me want to talk more.
If you could see me now,
I don’t even care about my throat so sore.
I sit with your picture by my side,
Then look to God and wonder how.
And I adore and admire and adorn,
A smile, if you could only see me now!
- Inscribed By,