
Why mention the heart when ’tis the vast chest
Which overflows with love when Anthi smiles?
Why mention the mind when ’tis the eyes’ tiles
Of optic data which amass her crest?
Smile, my Anthi, and I will do my best
To keep you smiling at all my profiles
Which have changed to fit your lifestyles
While allowing me to taste your left breast!
Why mention any time past of unrest
When you have given me happiness’ trials?
Why mention my previous form’s textiles
As now I am with you forever blessed?
Your entire anatomy smiles at me
Voiding the sense of to be, not to be.
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.



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