Writing is all I do

My love for ladies is so great,
my heart  aches for them  from the dusk of  each day.
The night sulks when the one  chosen is away,
Chides me roughly

until  next day’s dawn arrives and my hunt resumes.

Their startlingly soft beauty is  so gentle,
And they have well lit wondering minds

till each sees,
Writing is all I do,
While waiting for the moment, for  them to say

“I feel far too blue

.How about you?

How do you who?”