Morning Poem by Wilfred Mellers

I woke this morning in a silly way
So I wrote a cheesy poem today
Like the star with lesser fans
It seems I have too much time on my hands

I met a damsel with a voice golden sweet
From the tip of you head down to her feet
How do I know for I haven't seen her before?
Conversing set such amiable rapport

She makes me smile when I am down
She is my queen and I minstrel clown
Oh what a day when we finally meet
With rose in hand to make the great complete

My voice trembles as I utter hi
My knees weaken as I hear laughter from nearby
Hesitating to hear her reply
To keep composer I do try

I shall sit close and gaze into her eyes
A solemn butterfly flew into distant skies
I hang on every word that she is speaking
Paranoid as my manner she might be critiquing

Obsessed with gaining her favor
Each word I hang, chew on, and savor
What is the matter, why can't I relax?
Obsessing over each word and syntax

Finally here comes the food
My mind now calms so changes the mood
Now ends the suspense
All to her now makes sense

The artful dodger and the lover of laughter
Indulged the two in innocent banter
Now she has stolen my heart
I am her whimsical counterpart

Deep in my soul the passion lies
Hopeless romantic needing no alibis
Your empty spot I can fill
If you open up I surely will