Didi, you sweet ol’ thing
To step right up at meeting
And kiss me warmly on the neck
Breaking down my resistance
To your silent charm.
That first kiss held a promise.
I liked you too.
You’re shorter than I am
And I’m not tall
But I’ve never cared about brawn.
Bare feet and shaggy hair all grey
And that dangly thing
You wear around your neck
Appeals to the Bohemian in me
Tell me you’re not too old for love!
I liked your spontaneity.
I didn’t grow up with hugs and kisses.
I’m a little shy with men,
Even been called a prude.
But you’re sure to understand.
Your love is so pure
And unconditional.
Teach me to love like you.
You can show me how, you know,
Because
You’re a dog.
– Elizabeth Quan
