Do you want me to paint you a picture?
Perhaps I might author a play.
I’m not so artistic but surely would try,
for I’m over the moon, as they say.
         
Do you want me to carve you a statue
or stand up and joyfully sing,
or make, in your honor, a mountainous climb
or attempt some most dangerous thing?
 
I’d gladly prepare you an omelet.
I swear I would pay for your car
or hold you quite close as a storm intervenes                        
for I need you, and that’s how things are.


© by Phil Huffy.
Used with the author’s permission.