Friday Night Lights

Lady Lillian loves me,
If she didn’t, then I’m sick.
Look at how she pierced my soul,
she’s a sweet type of music.

Late last night I thought of her,
thought of her eyes and fingers.
Lillian is a jazz soul
Yes! You should hear her whispers

With her my moon shines brighter,
making dark nights to shine more.
My thoughts never grow sad cause
Lady Lillian loves me.

Ruddapoet