If I write a poem about you,

I would write about your laughter lines

rather than your frown lines

I would etch the words

like the shadows of the moon,

especially when it hits the trees

and turns everything silver

just like your hair,

I would carve verses

like Burns, and compare you

with the red rose freshly sprung

in June,

which will only remind you

of how deeply I am

in love with you.