I Love My Phone

I love my phone,
For when it rings
My heart jumps a million miles,
And I think of things
Precious and sweet
That make my heart melt
And send chills down my spine
Like I never have felt.
I see the name
On the telephone screen
And I let out a shriek,
Like one in a dream.
"Hello?" I coo,
(Or attempt to, anyway),
And he asks, "Are you busy?"
"I'd make time for you any day."
I try to stay calm,
Thoughts compressed and neat,
But I've thrills all over -
From my head to my feet.
I love his dear voice,
And the obnoxious laugh
That makes me giggle a lot,
As though I was daft.
I love when he calls,
For his voice is to me
Like the food of the gods
Surely must be.
Cupid aimed well,
And, try 'though I might,
I cannot easily hide
Or contain my delight.
Thank you, dear Cupid,
For shooting we two.
For a good deal of bliss
Is owed to you.

~ November 30, 2008 ~