Hey Jane Doe, native of the Phyle;
You've charmed me by your high heel.
I'm your John Doe of Treasure Isle;
Wearing sherryvallies and argyll.
I'm easily offering you a pretty dial,
'cause it so clear you not hostile.
Come chill with me awhile,
And we will grace ourselves without revile.
I love the way you smile,
And to me you're worthwhile.
You've been pictured from a mile,
And your character and strength I've compiled.
I'm ready to walk you on the aisle,
If you could place me on trial.
Our rite vow would be fertile,
Where there would be no guile.
I'll give you a feel so tactile,
And I'll be the happiness you'll stockpile.
As much as I have to keep a high profile,
Hello, your heart won't be riled.
Just as I'll feed on your love so mild,
Believe everything's fairly piled.
Yeah, I'm patient but wild,
And I love your style.
Copyright © Dapaah Anderson | Year Posted 2022
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