My Dame I at first thought of love as fiction, Which exists only in name. Yet I am moved by your emotion, And made know your fame. In me your love flows like an ocean, Thro it my missing rib came. I am esteemed by your affection, Your love I will truly tame. You smooth my heart like a lotion, So bless you my dame. Your smile ignites my erection, And pull me to the game. Even heaven boasts of your complexion, Surely you and angels look the same. A. M. Jaward My Dame
