Dear Girlfriend...

You're so smart and pretty

that of you I want more

so much so its a petty

If could, I'd have four

So why of you not make some clones?

they'd be just like you down to the bones

with your same voice, hair and nose

And God knows you have the clothes

Now, you may think me quite mad

nothing more than a very crazy lad,

but of you I'm just a fan

trust me, I'm your man

Think of all they'll accomplish

The many books you'd publish

And so I plea for your compliance

if not for me, do it for science!

(What I write: Think of all they could accomplish... What I think: Girlfriends, today we take the Capital, tomorrow the world.)

Why do we care?

What do care about the distance?
If you love me and I tolerate you.
You could be in Venus and I in Mars,
yet my feelings would remain true.

What do we care about the weather?
Whatever it was where you were.
I wouldn't want you any less,
although you are such a mess.

What do we care about about the time?
If we were a thousand year apart,
one could gift the other a good wine.
Knowing that meeting is of love just a part.