To Tony Bennett With Love

Love is a wisp of joy
Rubbed with thyme
Boiled to perfection
In lovers rhymes
Love is a Dixie cup
Filled with mush
Sweet enough to
Make your teeth blush
It's a Corgi's ball
Caught with flying grace
A trip to Paris
In a bejeweled case
It's my little chickadees
Sitting on a wire
Waiting for a taste
Of the seeds of a sunflower
Love is music made
It is the rhythm of life
(So how come)
They never tell you
Love comes with
A sharp set
Of heart shaped
Ginsu knives

©bk2012