A BUD I SAW.

On my way making in the world a tour,

I heard steps back, turned; a lady I saw.

Dressed nicely; red and white she wore 

Ah! beautiful; that I must attest for sure.

Getting gays off a snow-white skin is war,

So I couldn't control but watch the more.

Her steady steps, shaking body lost in bore

As I pictured her full being in my mental store.

With open eyes, I dreamt of her; a groggy snore.

With a broken foot, I kicked to get a better score,

So to love, kiss, and hug this bud I melt in adore.

With open eyes, I sleep, dream to love you more.

I kneel and plea that you open to me your door 

With a big bright blinking red carpet on the floor.

Your heart I promise never to tangle, tear, or tore

Since without you, the perfect me, is broken poor.