A Song for Hugh

Perfect face, with eyes agleam...
Strong and gentle eyes, that seem
to love me, every time I dream
of Hugh.

I'll never let Hugh know how much
I long to take Hugh out to lunch
and giggle at the slightest touch
from Hugh.

For this I may in time repent,
but circumstances don't relent
and so it seems I wasn't meant
for Hugh.

And so for now I'll be content
to not reveal my heart's lament
that I shall never smell the scent
of Hugh upon my lips--
those hands upon my hips,
and then
my heart skips...

Oh, Hugh.
Oh, Huuuuuugh!
(I love Hugh) 

For this I may in time repent,
but circumstances don't relent
and so it seems I wasn't meant
for Hugh.

Only in my better dreams,
of Hugh and me, our eyes agleam,
our love a gentle stream, from me
to Hugh.