To My Dear and Loving Poem

At a desk I think with a pen.

I look at the time; it’s half past ten.

I have to think of what else to write,

Before the clock says, “It’s midnight!”

I will treasure this poem for years to come,

And I don’t care what it’s like to some.

I really like this poem very much,

And I wonder whom else it shall touch.

I will keep this poem because it’s treasure,

I will read it again and again just for pleasure.

I think now it’s time for an end,

I’m going to create a new email then press send.