Her Poem

The glowing light that's all around her,
Is an illusionary measure,
Of the extraordinary pleasure,
Which her existence gives to me.

And when I look at what she grants me,
Simply with a lazy smile,
As if she is in denial,
Of the effect she has on me,

I laugh and love her all the more,
And write my verse quietly,
So that I may read it proudly,
The next time that she smiles at me.