The Exact Definition Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Our time was held up as you were looking
Beautiful
And I was drinking rum:
I saw you for but a moment today, Alma-
I gave you fireworks on the run:
And you said that you no longer had a car because
Of me,
But I told you I would buy you a car,
And now that I am sedentary again- Soon I will
Be sleeping like a Mexican,
In my house that I have made for you:
So come to me because I have nothing I wish to take
From you;
I only hope to fill our house with flowers and
Children and when January comes again,
I want to hold hands with you in the Midway of the State
Fair,
And take you around the jubilance of cantankerous
Motions,
The happenstances of joy, the flips of drunken song birds,
For in the middle of there happens to lie the exact
Definition of how I feel for you.