Jessica
Am I made of chocolate? I don't feel sweet
But when I am near you I melt at your feet
This puddle you stand in; it used to be me
A bit of a mess now but still a fine treat
With distance to aid us; I'm retaking form
I used to be chocolate but now I'm a storm
My wind cannot cool you; So perfectly warm
And even my lightning can't help but adore
Such a beautiful woman; Transforming a man
From clown into poet into number one fan
Of those magical eyes; My God do they span
To her heart from her soul then back again
It takes just a blink; To cease asking why
You have so much charm in such epic supply
Unlikely you'd notice; Should some go awry
The goal of this story was making you mine
Well maybe not that; But vent some release
Feelings inside make one weak in the knees
And I don't often find; A redhead to tease
Using my poetry boredom disease
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