You, my favourite things

You're a work of fine art.

Though a few strokes are notched

Some colours seem blotched,

But drawn with a doting heart.

You're poetry at its best.

Two of the lines don't rhyme

Losing track from time to time.

Yet dripping with spirit and zest.

You're a movie on a school night.

Bold, stirring yet stress relieving

3.30 am and you're sleep-thieving.

You make me feel just right.

You're the book I'm reading next.

Capturing my restless thoughts

Thrilled, with my stomach in knots.

Oh wizard, you've got me hexed.