My pick, My love!
Oh, my love!
To hock a tchainik with my bestie
all day of your beauty,
My dear,
my pastime is
I tell you for sure;
Oh dear!
A Hobson’s choice
definitely you aren’t
neither am I
a juggler’s hocus pocus honking hoax;
a hitch here and a hitch there
ought not to hitch
our hobbling hinges;
Listen proper!
My heart’s delight
you are
making commendable waves
in my thoughts
as well as
in my dreams;
my love for you grows more,
if only more could exceed more!
The current in concentric circles
drowns me in
hugging sweetest memories of you,
My love!