I Love Lucinda

Lucinda my lady of favor, She's emerald green arborvitae, An angel in disguise, her love is not a mistake, I love Lucinda, Woman of pride and integrity. Her love takes me to imaginary eternity, Genuine leather jacket booths is her wear, Iron steel pen is her writing tool, She's all too cool to call my own, Don't fight for her, You will not have her, Don't imitate me for her love sake, You will be making great mistake, For Lucinda blood is as green as green plants pigment, She's ink that spills color blue, With fervent love she has my mind glued. I love Lucinda my woman of pride. She gives me marvelous strides, Pen and paper can't live without each other, I will wed you soon my Lucinda, Lily of the garden of marvelous pen pushers, In my fantasy world, All I see is Lucinda. The lady who keeps my inks bleeding, Oh how did I ever find writing? © Gabriel T. Saah