Last Thoughts...

If I should die before I wake
the last thing on my mind
will be a vision of your face
and of your pert behind.

And thus to heaven I will go,
at least in final thought,
to match all of my dreams of you
with all the love we wrought.

I know that you will bind my sonnets,
including quite a few,
where I clearly thought of nothing
but making love to you.

All the others are second best
except for when the moon
competed with your beauty glow...
to make your poet swoon.