It supports the lumbar,
And gives strength for a couple;
It doesn't ask much,
But time will tell its interior.

A person can dream,
Or a thought or idea
Be a brain child;
But what about a poem?

I check my phone every hour,
I look for a message from you;
My heart leaps when there's one waiting,
To show you are thinking too.

Zoe, you are as Betty to me,
Beautiful, uplifting, lovable, etc;
I can protect you, and
Care for you in unique ways.

Zoe, you are sad today,
For the world crashes in,
And you feel alone,
With no one to turn to.

Planning week in advance
To bless you after a hard week;
To ask you out,
As a friend to be a girlfriend.

A heart is a beating organ,
A river of life God gave to us;
God wound it up and keeps it going,
Pumping on and on, till our time is up.

Seeing the stars reflected in your eyes,
Makes me feel a part of heaven has come,
Down to earth to spread light abroad,
In your beauty, shining out of your eyes.

Night after night, day turn to weeks,
I think of you often, frequently: not enough;
I wonder how you are, how your day is,
And what adventures new arise.

Hours upon hours, we talk away,
Subject upon subject, we converse till
Time flies by, leaving more for another time,
But never do we pause for boredom.