I wrote this acrostic poem in Texarkana in the year 1976  for my wife‘s birthday.  She put it in a frame.  I found a four-leaf clover and put it inside.  The paper the poem is printed on is old now and discolored but my love for my wife Dottie has remained the same, although now I’m beginning to become as discolored as the poem’s paper.

Happy Birthday, Dottie,
And may many more be yours.
Please accept this
Piece of prose as
Your very own.

But if you will darling,
Interject your thoughts with the
Real love I have for you.
The real love I sometimes
Hesitate to show.
Dance with your thoughts,
And let your goodness show in
Your beautiful face.