HE WRITES ME POEMS
My Sam, he writes me poems
With flowing words and rhymes
And he sings me songs of long-passed days
His foot slowly keeping time
My Sam, he holds me when I cry
The way he kisses me is crime
He comforts me and makes me smile
His brown eyes always shine
I know my Sam's heart of hearts
Better than anyone else knows him
And when my Sam is dead I'll sit
And think of when he wrote me poems