Poem

Euphony, slant rhyme, metaphor,

She is the beautiful moon,
while I am the sun.
She causes men to swoon,
She has all her fun.

Her hair starts black
and ends with white,
I wear slacks,
Her dress catches the light.

Her smooth skin smells of roses,
As I reek of labor and sweat.
She sits and watches,
And stares at my assets.

We are opposites,
like fire and water,
And although she loves me,
I love another.