The Lovers

I like your eyes, a cornflower blue. You do like my dimple, a double. I’m a poet, and meant just for you. You’re my avid fan, an inspiration. Till death do us part, our promise. We’re lovers, by day and by night. We watched the sunset, we kissed. We had differences, and we fought. We reconciled, then, we made love. But lately, I don’t understand you; Is there someone else!? Non Cheri, just I’m not feeling well. I’m having your baby, two months. O gee, I thought….