"Coco"

With the voice of a sweet spring bird and a smile like a morning lily

The sun dares not show its face in the night for it knows the beauty of your moonlit beaming

    Your heart’s beat is but the sweet soundtrack to my own smile

    Your delicate verbatim ethereality makes my reality

There's no more and no less you could offer

You fill every need with your whimsy and graceful soul

Ranging from cradle to coiffeur you make me whole.

And yet,

I’m left with more to forget

There’s a bereft inkling of airs misplaced in a doleful gape

I’m poet.

You’re ape. 

- B

This poem is open to interpretation. (If you interpret it to be about a guerrilla.)