The art of conversation

Is never art to me,

Especially when she says,

“Speak spontaneously!”

I could hug spontaneously,

I could kiss spontaneously,

But when we were so far away,

She ne’er asked that of me!

We’re both good listeners, yes!

So sharp, and thoughtful, too.

But no not much spontaneous

Less it’s in humor true!

Yet when together we do sit,

I worry not, not l;

Spontaneous will be well lit

When we look eye to eye.