If all the artists in the world
Painted you
They'd never capture
That look in your eye
And that half-flirtatious
Tone in your voice
I'd touch th esky
Just to make you see me
In a better light
And, sweetheart,
You make Lauren Bacall
Look bereft of style
Look bereft of class
That glint in your eye
Is like a diamond
In moonlight
Once again
Words fail
To describe
Your smile.