#218 She Speaks To Me Poem by Jimmie Arrington

“You are a poet, ” she avers to me.
Each word is a symphony,
Music to my ears.
“I just love it, ” she proceeds.
With that, my beating heart speeds,
While calming all my fears.

“I love your voice. It inspires me! ”
Each word is spoken melodically,
I soak each one in.
“You are so sweet! Can I keep you? ”
A question she knows the answer to.
Oh! Hear her speak again.

“Will you hold me all day long? ”
Is she talking or singing song?
I just can’t tell.
“There is NO fat guy on my car! ”
To others ear’s this sounds bizarre,
To mine it sounds swell.

“I love you so much, Jimmie Dean”.
I’ve heard of angels but never seen,
Not at least ‘til now.
“My Love, I want to marry you”.
Can the words I hear be true?
I pray they are somehow.

I know, without doubt, I’m so lucky.
It’s proven each time she speaks to me.