It's all "Hettie, Hettie, Hettie, Hettie, Hettie" around here, and I'm just as guilty of it as anybody else, but at least I know how to self-diagnose a monomania. So here's a goddamn poem about the most special woman in my life.
You.
Just fucking look at you,
With that long, blond hair,
Eyes an extraplanar blue
(also, often, the green of a paradisaic sargasso)
Soul
drenched
in
ambrosial
purity
and kindness.
I see you, and
... I can't.
I just can't
anything
but love you.
There. I said it.
