Darling Master of tongues!
Discerning Sir
I am artless before you
and truly in awe.
Your comments, despite(?)
the intention pervade
the hateful, the eager
and those simply made
You make people stare
At words you designed
At pithy ideas with
humor combined.
Your zealous approach
Should not be abated
Facetious manner
Should not be forsaked.
This childish rhyme
I promise to end
and write with a modern
amorphous hand
Are you ready? The new form...
I am truly a squander of time
Turning away from all that is arduous
Is fully a fault of mine.
But back to you. My author! My might!
You make me feel quite capable of flight.
At least of a leap. Spidergirl - homemade!
(Are you getting tired of my accolade)
I am getting down to.. what perhaps I should have started with...
Pardon me. Grant me amnesty
For my obsession
I read you and your confessions
To other readers day and night
You bolster my essence
and rid me of fright.
Thank you. Tibi gratias ago. Merci.
With all your kindness and more
Господь тебя спаси.