I have loved many men
Happily and unhappily, shyly and confidently,
Men beautiful, intelligent, elegant, and witty
But you are the first that ever made me think.
I can not recall the hour, or the look, or the words,
Which laid the foundation.
A pair of fine eyes in a pretty face
Certainly, and a pleasing grace,
And a friendly smile for someone.
But it is that mixture of sweetness and archness
And a wicked tongue, matched with an innocence
Which disarms, an openness which bars offense.
I am content with what you choose to give
Perhaps to throw a smile across the room
Perhaps to share a humorous inspiration.
FEB 21 1980 JA
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