Becky Poem by Barry Van Allen

As the autumn eases in,
I come to rest more,
soon followed by the thoughts,
of sweet Rebecka,
... Oh! , how I love her.

Sweet Rebecka ,
is the force behind my days now,
I am addicted to the fragrance that is her,
Dear sweet Rebecka can you see,
you're now in every part of me,
you cause my heart to bubble, and to stir.

When sweet Rebecka fixes breakfast on a Sunday,
the scent of bacon carries love throughout the house,
and when the evening settles in,
she cuddles close to me and then,
she says ' I love you ' ,
about as quiet as a mouse.

I don't respond, 'cause I don't need to,
... I just pull her close.