Great Glee

Great Glee You, my love, are wrought, of blinding spotlights, kind days and kind nights, the end of our plights. And you, my dear, are a direction to steer, so perceptible, lovable, your intentions clear. You and your affinity, magnify, but don't have to only imply, my possessive alacrity. And me, the one who wants to be, the subject of your divinity, and baby, it's not a maybe. I'd take your two fingered gauge, on stage, with great glee, for everyone to see... A.E.