A BILLET DOUX BY BEECH

©LIL ARCHA

Oh my lovey,

I do miss you terribly

My mitts do tremble

On scribing a love note

Do not be a mirror

That would splinter at sea

Solely if you please

I do want to reflect

Gandering at your peace

You pace treading on my beats

The stroke of clock while the witching hours

cease

I'm all engrossed by a luve

Riveting mine eyes upon thee

I lend a breath an oceanic depth

Yet undealt with a breeze

©LIL ARCHA