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. 

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