Jessica

Am I made of chocolate? I don't feel sweet But when I am near you I melt at your feet This puddle you stand in; it used to be me A bit of a mess now but still a fine treat With distance to aid us; I'm retaking form I used to be chocolate but now I'm a storm My wind cannot cool you; So perfectly warm And even my lightning can't help but adore Such a beautiful woman; Transforming a man From clown into poet into number one fan Of those magical eyes; My God do they span To her heart from her soul then back again It takes just a blink; To cease asking why You have so much charm in such epic supply Unlikely you'd notice; Should some go awry The goal of this story was making you mine Well maybe not that; But vent some release Feelings inside make one weak in the knees And I don't often find; A redhead to tease Using my poetry boredom disease