perfect ol’man

With that hearty raclette 

suddenly pensive he strokes

his happy belly.

Away in a different land

on a gloomy wintertime –

She thinks to self:

“I carry over

missing the you.

Inside and out,

in my mind,

in my touch,

in my soul.”

It’s not new,

this song of 

heart in heart,

soul in soul,

for many lovers

came, to go.

Yet, 4-teen February.

Little did she know –

a divorced, lil’woman L***s, 

the perfect ol’man.