I’m not often tempted
To write about love
Or walking together
With stars up above
How moonlight becomes you
Or how honey drips
From the beautiful bows
Of your ruby-red lips
I’m not un-romantic
Not frigid or shy
I still have my moments
(Though most pass me by)
I just don’t feel easy
And sometimes absurd
With throw-away lines
And odd easy word
But there’s something I know
That I just need to say
“My love will be yours
‘Till my last dying day”
