Dear Babe, How hard I find to describe thee,
The melody of the wind straining through the gaps in your teeth,
Sets my heart aching with righteous fire,
Yet I can never look straight,
At yonder your direction,
For it seems that to do so,
Is to commit a Sin greater than hate,
For I am waning of worthiness,
To glimpse upon perfection,
So I will only stand afar,
Hoping once again I may,
Listen to the melodic strains of wind.
By Alvin Chua
I told him that it'll be sweet if my husband writes me a love poem at my age of 50. And he told me, it's easy. He got it done in 15mins. haha Too bad, im not your lover! And why I think I'll be relatively freaked out if I can see gaps in my teeth!! You could stick this poem on the walls of Bens & Jerry store though.