It was love at first sight
How could you not love that face
Blond hair, piercing blue eyes, wearing red
Be still my heart…
Wrote you a poem on your birthday
Which I left amongst the papers
On that big desk
“The biggest desk in the building,”
You reminded me smiling.
“Bigger than the President’s!”
Another story, another lunch
In a yellow bug convertible with the top down
I was the luckiest girl in Orange County
You wore your new black cashmere coat
You kept on the special wooden hanger
On the back of the door.
You always thought you had something to prove
Not to me, though to yourself
To feel you had finally arrived.
The need to climb Mt Everest
And you did, and you have
You have proved it all
Said goodbye to the naysayer forever
Just so you know
You never had to prove anything
Not to me…
I always wanted to call you Jimmy
Though I always called you Jim.
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