Did my friends serve bourbon-soaked ham
At their Valentines party
Or was I the bourbon-soaked ham?
I connived to sit next to her.
Laughter and chocolates then
Out into the falling crystal snow.
For the first time
I fell into her blue topaz eyes.
For the first time
Endless love.
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Aaron Schwartz
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A fabulous poem! More, please.
Such a sweet, clever mix of humor and heart! The "bourbon-soaked ham" line had me chuckling, and then bam—those blue topaz eyes hit hard. Love how it went from fun to deep in just a few lines. Nice work!