For Michele
If not for stars as you, which glisten and illuminate the darkening skies within my heart
If not for words of kindness I embrace within my soul, which you impart
If not for simple smiles and subtle laughter that you find the time to share my dear
Then I would truly be a lonesome, brutish animal, beside myself with lovelessness and fear
Though many less enchanted, boorish fellows find me to be lost in fleeting fancy, too romantic
And though they sneer at dreams of worlds beyond there cold and rigid lives, pedantic
Though all it seems, would rather I be shaken to accept their so called realistic view
I say to them their judgment is unscrupulous, for they have never felt the tonic warmth of you
