there she stands,
     so normal, yet so
     extraordinary in every respect.
her long, sun-darkened hair
     blowing with as much freedom
     as the leaves of any tree.
I hope her legs are weak, and
     that she needs my help to
     be held upright.
     she walks on unbroken eggs, and what
a recipe that created such a human
     cuisine.
Hershey couldn't have discovered a sweeter kiss
     and I'm happy that she gives me hers.

It seems perfect that
     my heart has a chamber
     for every season, but
I wish there were more seasons
     to love her with.
She takes a step out
     of my daydreams, and
     my poem begins again.