Miss Victoria. Comments?

Becoming short skirts and lovely long legs,

And plenty of coffee with her easy-up eggs;

Candles and poetry, a kiss on the cheek,

Asleep on the couch, her dreams she doth seek.

Bundles of pics and letters and cards,

Inspires me to be nothing less than her Bard;

Glances and smiles over upturned collars,

A mere look from her is worth countless dollars.

Long black dresses and glasses of wine,

Dinner's at eight, soaked suits are at nine;

Be it Sal's or Tony's or Rosewood or Ki's,

Wherever she goes, the men use their eyes.

Sheer black hose with a seam up the back,

'Pleasures' is right, her charms do not lack;

Clanking and clinking with bracelets and rings,

The sound of her nearing makes my heart sing.

Puppies and Kats, and imagination galore!

Sweetness and light, with truth as its core;

All of the Angels, and more, that is she,

The only conclusion is that God has blessed me.