Sincerely, Jennifer x

I love each line of your life’s story,
lost in a language that only you and I speak,
reading until my eyes are red and tired,
writing my own chapters,
captured by my charming lover,
lounging in the most exclusive chambers of my memory.

I will not insist that you are an angel,
ageless and graceful,
echoing the enchantment of ever present youth,
because I am not a suspicious TV presenter from time’s gone by,
and you are not a teenage dream,
but that’s what makes you so delicious.