A Love Poem for Sue

One day, I sat under a tree
Pondering what Newton might, in fact.
I was writing when an apple fell on me;
I was lucky my skull wasn't cracked.
Into my mind came thoughts about you,
Ideas which warm the senses, you know.
If salacious thoughts were banned, I'd be on death row,
For I'm writing on how we'll celebrate our love, Sue.

This here is a love poem for you, dear Sue.
It may be ragged, but it speaks so true,
For within you my trust rests in peace.
Sue, I don't think our love will ever cease.

I wrote about two virgins stranded on a desert island,
Without any education or a vocation,
And these lovers went for a roll in the sand,
So much action until they were done.
I wrote that they were me and you, Sue, my love,
Methaphorically speaking, that is, I insist.
We're just blind lovers from the clouds way above
Who shall always continue our tryst.