Written by: Linda Witt-King

If I call you 'my dear',
do I presume too soon
that you are mine?

If to me you draw near
and you cause me to swoon...
Breakfast at nine?

If it seems very clear
we are meant to be one, 
all should be fine?

If there's reason to fear
it will not be much fun,
should we decline?

If it's just for the sheer
joy, pure - surpassed by none,
our love will shine.

Note on form: Five Dimeter Tercet Stanzas, 6-6-4 Syllables and A-B-C Rhyming Patterns