Oh, yes was so long ago.
But your sparkling eyes, I get to see all day through.
Even when you are not here,
My thoughts are of you, you, you.
Deep secrets we share.
Like that night you carried me
up the stairs.
It seems I am forever dancing and encircled by you.
Those lips luscious as Mavrodaphne, so yummy.
Thoughts of you, put butterflies in my tummy!
September 4,2020
2pm PST
Notes: Mavrodaphne is made from sweet grapes grown
in Greece.It is sometimes called..."Black Laurel.,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
10 for the mavrodaphne!