(Greenwich Village, 1951 par Peter Martin.coyotepoet)
My lovely lady…
You laughed at me as I told you.
I love you so, my lovely lady.
You make my life midnight dances and I love you honey kisses.
You are my majestic beauty and I adore when you slowly undress.
You are my treasure, the luring beautiful smile that make me believe.
You and me. Me and you can outlast the chaos of life.
When you sing the nightingale song for me,
I hear the melody of the sea, the silence of the forest.
My dearest Coco, you make me smile and I hope I make you smile.
You turn to me and you whispered.
You are my wild and dreamy man, we must create a new love song my love.
That will forever.
I love you more sweet poet.