Perhaps now I have grown
The sideburns
longer than before
Or
Perhaps my eyes
have now spectacled

But the real inborn seed
That has been supplanted,
Has been by thee,

A change of heart
That has been obviously noticed,
By everyone including me

The narcissist in me shears,
As Jess my dear
In your own fashion,
Convert hatred to love,
As can be seen
From the depths of my heart

The good wishes
you can’t ever fathom
It’s only the cane
That straightens.