My Fancy Poem by Wilfred Mellers

She is my queen and I her king
Loving her is easier than breathing
For her, my heart is truly yearning
She makes me smile without trying

How lucky am I
She's my girl and I her guy
Her smallest wish I could never deny
When she's sad, rain falls from the sky

She always sets my mind at ease
She is even cooler than a spring breeze
To all men hearts, she has the keys
She's more satisfying than the sweetest melodies

She's a beautiful rose in my garden fair
When she calls me, I will always be there
She's the reason why love songs are written
By her, I have sincerely been smitten

By her charm, I am possessed
With her, I am deeply obsessed
An angel without rhyme or reason
She causes fruits to bear in any season

She brings me such great joy
Willingly I would be her boy toy
Of my country, she is the viceroy
What we've build no man can destroy

Richer than chocolate brownies
More desirable than a box of candies
So much finer than red wine
Sweeter than berries ripening on the vine

Only her I fancy
She's the height of ecstasy
She's more like a fantasy
Her touch has me tipsy

She is tastefully sexy
She is hot and spicy
I gave her my heart gladly
This is why I love her so badly