For my new poetic friend - a special man I've met not so long ago,
- a tall, lean man with a wonderful smile - I see it - you must know.
I hope you smile when you read my poor prose,
and when I ask you to write too - there'll be no 'no's.
You've bought back fun and laughter to me
and inspired me to once again write poetry.
I hope that I am complimenting your life too,
and that you are no longer feeling so 'blue'.
I love to see the cheeky look and twinkle in your eyes,
it tells a lot about you - more than you would realize.
Your chuckles are great, and most infectious,
and leaves me feeling young and impetuous.
Your appreciation of nature and of the spoken word
is yet to be bettered by none that I have heard -
well.... other than Wordworth, Shakespeare, Browning,
and Barrett - so begin the writing, and quit the frowning.
Nothing would give me more pleasure to see
you open your mind to your gifts, and let them be
visible for this sometimes shallow world to view -
and to know and understand the real quality of you.