Poetry Collection Vol.1: Ex Nihilo

Ode To Her

For naught, to me she's kind and sweet as butterscotch,

Keen on me, warms the heart and melts away the frost.

Beneath veneer filled with pithy remarks, with love she's awash

Lovely to hear, her voice softly resounds in thought

Striking visage as this, causes heart to become afroth

Chinky eyes and penetrating glare, subtly they blot

And falter other meditations to thus abruptly stop

Wishful to pick fruitful vegetation, which so well be stocked