Ode to Lindsay

Lindsay, her qualities so pure

From the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, what a lure

Her love for others and zest for life

how sure is am I that she will make a glorious wife

Apart, Lindsay and I are sad, what brings them together, Love, is the cure

Her hobbies, her crafts she does perfect with thought

Asked for a list of her imperfections, I respond "few to naught"

Her amazing smile, her blue, gray eyes

Little to my amazement, my Love of her grows every day with size

Her perfect beauty, astonishing qualities are what are sought.

Lindsay has hair ever so wild

Her temper, meek and mild
 Her generosity is to make friends full of glee

I want more and more of her, as she does of me

Her curiosity is like that of a child.

She must know of what present you do hide

Is it in the closet, my time I will bide

"I must know" she decrees as a warning

My response, "I will show you in the morning"

Patience is a virtue, as is waiting by the tide.