a love poem for Regina

The memory of your beauty torments me

I long to stare deep into those eyes 

as big as shooter marbles you see

and you smell as good as french fries.  

Your occasional affection was so sweet,

the emphatic hug delighted me,

because I could feel our heart beat 

synchronized together as we should be.

Your red cheeks are a stop sign to my heart

Your cheerful voice is the siren of my soul

Your style says beauty with modesty don't go apart

Your impeccable morals are also a good part.

I know you too must miss me,

our interactions were special and unique,

you trying not distracted to be

by my excellent physique.  

So give in to your passions today

and make some memories in a good way

by being my valentine on this day.