helicopter spinning-like heartbeats, changed,

possible futures, re-arranged,

re-aligned and intertwined with a doctor's ways

for many reasons, but most, her gaze

That gaze, that look, that soulful hook,

That cooks my smile, while teaching me,

While showing me that blissful place,

Knowing smiling, no more race,

that race, that fight, that search for her,

That perfect her that ticks all boxes,

and yet no list of boxes quite

could satisfy her talent's heights,

so god or thing that exists, not,

that reason why my girls has come,

a special thanks for many things,

but more than most, her lovely bum.