Louisa

A thank you poem to Louisa, a poker dealer where I used to play Hold'em.

A morning doesn't go by,
stepping onto my balcony,
that Robin doesn't give me the day.
This morning she gave me you.

For this time;
You are mine.

Louisa, you are so sweet,
I'm so happy we did meet.
Of your life, I know little,
on your heart, I do whittle.

Tenderhearted girl,
a priceless pearl.

You have lifted my being.
Into my life happiness, you bring.
Doing for me what no one else could,
crying, the only that would.

Soul that cries;
Truth not lies.

Thank you for being you,
tenderness so true.
Spirits and souls ever so binding,
in my heart, you I'm finding.

Louisa, Louisa
Loveliness is your heart.