She Is Mine. Poem by Michael Gale

She looked at me...
Ever free.

Happy of heart...
And oh, so smart!

She looked at me and of I, did she pick...
That was no magical trick.

She caught my eye...
She made my heart soar and fly, ever so high.

The beat, did skip a beat...
Her beauty, was my eye's, loving treat.

She walked away...
My day was gloomy and gray.

I'd wished, she'd stayed...
My happiness had strayed.

She is my best...
I do not jest.

She is mine...
Hap-ply, as we lovingly kiss, entwine.

Love is grand...
I make my stand.