To Christine

When you’re not next to me,
It gets lonely…
When you’re not talking,
It gets boring!

I love to touch your curly hair…
I like to kiss your mouth…
 
Let me stay closer,
It’s getting better!
Let me bring you
Red roses!
I want you
Even we older!

I’m writing this poem,
Cause love is deep
Within,
My dear,
Christine!