“IT’S HARD!”* a poem. * – Every Time I See Your Face! for: my soul mate. . . . It’s hard, looking at your pictures – It’s hard, listening to your voice, It’s hard, just thinking of YOU!
You- know, you’re my FIRST choice!!
Are you going to be an International Beauty Queen,
IF I tell the judges, you’re the prettiest girl, that I’ve ever seen!
Are you gonna make passers by stop & stare?
Or make folks driving – CRASH? when they see your hair,
Flowing on the breeze, dropping me – to my knees?
Well, I don’t know, but it’s HARD!
Seeing you wiggle in your negligee!
It’s just – so darn hard – for me, I’ve got to say! (pause)
You know, when other girls, even “drop-dead pretty,”
Dress real sexy and show a little tittie,
Wiggle-and-do-their-hair up nice,
And dowse themselves with perfumes and spice,
Well, I can look at them and say, “She’s really pretty; she’s got a sexy way!”
But, with you, it’s a cinch**, you just have to smile!! ** – to be REALLY hard! Le sigh !