Diane

It’s a cruel trick to play.
I’m not sure what I’ll say;
I’m a little afraid, I confess.
What might I let slip?
Were you just fishing?
For compliments?
For a boost to your ego?
I’m sure I could oblige,
If that’s all you need.
You are, after all,
Everything a man could want.

Smart-sassy-beautiful-funny-sexy-alive,
Gifted-witty-challenging-generous-kind,
Warm-knowing-mysterious-impulsive-sweet,
Amazing-amazing-amazing-to-me.

Is there more I might say?
Yes-yes, of course there is.
But is there more you were asking?
I’d have to know first.
This is not the first poem about you
I’ve written, not likely the last.
But this is the game,
And that’s how it goes.
But now I leave it to you,
Turn about’s fair play.
“Brad” is your word,
What will you say?