She's Such

She's such a little girl sometimes,
with fussing and long pouts;
I have to keep a smile to me,
and solemn, wait it out.

Despite a rare event like this,
She's woman through and through;
Who turns my rapture into bliss;
With love so warm and true.

These little things, these precious ways,
they are what makes her she;
It would be a tragic loss,
to loose that part of we.

So change not you my love, my life,
Unless it pleases you;
Because to be not you would mean,
a loss of part of two.


by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2006 Rodney Alan Crater