My darling Love, one book you’ve done,
You’re glad you’ve got so far.
You had to pant, but you had fun,
My Love, my writing star.

And now I’ll do a long haiku;
Longer, yes, than most;
For no one’s seen a star like you—
No, and you I toast.

Now on you go to do book two–
I wish you speed, my dear!
Try not to pant till you are through
And then you’ll pant with cheer!

If there’s to be another—three!
And maybe even four,
I hope you don’t let energy
Go skipping out the door.

But if you’d like to rest a bit,
Then know that it’s okay.
A morning star has right to sit
Until a brand new day.

And then I’ll do a long haiku
For you, who are my Love,
For there is no one, none, like you,
In all the sky above.