At times you may
have lost your cool,
but with the ladies,
you ran hot. Passion
pouring from your
pen like lava
from Vesuvius.
I love that you chose
women who made you
better, and laughing
eyes and zaftig. I love
that you knew what
you desired and that
you wanted and declared,
to get the girl that,
in this place time
is not measured by
weeks, or months, or years,
but by deep human experiences.
I love that you loved love.
And this, Mr. President,
is a gift, this hope
that other men follow,
live by your example.