My Spanish Girl Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

My Spanish Girl



Those Spanish eyes so very blue
Matt Monroe's toast of long ago
Senorita of toreadors
The fraulein whom my heart adores

29th, second month next year
Or June 31st, my ring you'll wear
Or tell your singleness adios
Next time the comet Haley shows

I've worked for love of ours to stay
To last forever and a day
The dough for our upkeep, I seek
The Beatles says, 'eight days a week'

One thing more I'll ask, please answer
Not later than 'the twelfth of never'
Why? I can't tell, I'm not certain
If you were once Ricky Martin!

Saturday, March 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: doubt
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