You've found her,
with the admirable weight loss
the good, Christian family and
the plump, kissable lips.
I wonder if she steals your hats,
sleeps in your shirts,
creates a shrine in your name.
Does she worship you
with little acts of kindess?
Does she love you
with my brand of madness?
You've found her
and I have no choice
but to give her my treasure
and hope that she loves it
as much as I still do.

© Averil Sperry