By Billy Boy 
Date: 16 May 2000

Our Love

Our love,
darlin',
is about beatin' the odds...
It's somethin' that shouldn't work but does-–
like beer for breakfast
and late Elvis
and all them movies he made...
(Uh...maybe they didn't work so well. Bad example!)
But you're a box of candy...
and I want more than just a sample!
You're my piece of Heaven,
my Angel from above...
(I know you're really from Massachusets, darlin'...
I’m bein' poetic.)
But to get back to the gamblin' thing,
I always get lucky with you.
(OK, not always, but I think I should.)
(A man's got to be able to dream anyway.)
And you're the loose slot machine I never thought I'd find.
(Oops...bad choice of words.)
Hell, I think I'll cut my loses with this here poem.
You might start to wonder about me.
That wouldn't good,
'cause maybe I don't deserve you but I got you anyways
(I think).