YOU’RE MY GIRL by John Blase
In that second I first held you
I sensed you as fragile.
Not like a demitasse that if
dropped would break
but like the peach that will
bruise if not carefully kept.
So that is what I’ve tried to do,
to permit only the irritants necessary
for you to shine.
You must know, my girl, that this
has been and is my happiness.
For you are the best thing that has
ever come into my life.