no GIFT for GIFTy

To the persona's lady; so loving so nifty,
whom, just for this poem will be called Gifty.

I want to pass by
And say hi
To the apple of my eye
But I feel so very shy

Because I’ve got
Not

No sweet scented rose
To tickle her nose
No choco bar or paste
to lick or taste

I'm at her gate not knowing if I should knock
Or simply call her to come and open their lock
because I’m afraid her dogs will appear
And bark; goo go! What are you doing here

when you've got
Not

No sweet scented rose
to tickle her nose
No choco bar or paste
for lick or taste

I can avoid the dogs, jump the backyard wall
And sneak through the backdoor into the hall
But I feel I won't deserve her hugs and kisses
and all she'll do especially when me she misses

because I've got
Not

No sweet scented rose
To tickle her nose
No choco bar or paste
to lick or taste

My Gifty will not drive me away if she finds me at her gate
My Gifty will not ask me to take her out on a date

But I'm leaving because I can't look her in the eye
I’m going back home because I feel worried and shy

That upon all the love she's made me see
That Upon all the phases of life she's seen with me

I couldn't give her on this
Valentine's day

No sweet scented rose
To tickle her nose
No choco bar or paste
to lick or taste.

15-02-12