Parts of speech poems

There’s something called a noun
Your name alone has healed my frown

Everyday since starts with you
I wish there was a better pronoun, true

When you smile, butterflies dance
Not even adjectives would stand a chance

Give me time, give me space dear angel
To show that to verbs I’m no stranger

Please baby, no interjection
Let’s move straight, no need for rejection

Wait a minute and read through my adverbs
I’ll do you gently, mark my words

I want you, me, and a conjunction in between
I offer nothing else but be my Queen

This is my note for preposition
Take my hands, and help on this mission.

Victor Oyedele