Poem 57 (mixed dreams)

American maids in the old school innocent days.
Not like the flappers that used there bod to pay their way.
Strong Sexy and Cool,
other girls cant do what you could do.
The aggregate demand for girls like you is slim,
not to many men can handle a Perfect Ten.
The interest rate on your gift is worth the 5%
All my money on you I'm ready to spend.
ill even give you all my Yen.
You are who you are and please Never Change,
the way you are now im Sure will bring you Fame.
How i feel about you, ya your to blame.
Just the sound of your voice makes my heart Untamed.
in my wildest dreams id never say... 
but the truth is My Heart is yours to Tame, Contain.
My only hope is that you wont shatter its flat plane.
I cant fathom not being there for you.
Not seeing your face would make the World look Mace.
Missing your voice would make, my Ears go Blank,
Id lose all my Senses and my Taste would go Faint.
My sanity would leave me to go have fun and play.
because You are my world, and that's how i feel every day,
And its Always going to be the Same.
For you are my Unsung Hero...
The American Maid-------