
Eager to be With Her, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Every time that I
Hear “I love you,” there’s a sigh
My heart skips a beat
Each and every time we kiss
My life is never amiss
The sound of her voice
Reason for me to rejoice
That she’s very close
I’m ready to be consumed
My rocket will have had zoomed
On being with her
It’s not I who’s the captor
My love compels me
I’m a ring on her finger
Not a moment to linger
Magic does happen when you find that special to love.