Your pedal glories in the bed
Beside me every night
Your gorgeous feet – and strike me dead,
They gorge me with delight
To think perfection comes in twos
Your eyes, legs, cheeks etcetera
But (most fantastic) I would choose
Your feet – they’re even betterer
I’m glad your native modesty
Let credit be where due.
Your treasures are – we both agree –
Inside each fortunate shoe.
