Her First Photo To Me: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

I recall her first/
photo: Manicured fingers/
and pink parted lips.

More Than What I Do: Romantic IMprov Haiku

One day she’ll like more/
than just my travels and pics./
She’ll like me. Maybe.

I’m sure there are a lot of guys /
who text you more than I./
But I doubt there are many who/
think about you/
as much as I do.

Boy and girl, inert,/
at the bar. Both are wearing/
black and white striped shirts.

How am I? Longing/
for her silky long limbs to/
entwine around me?

It is only a/
nightmare when I awaken/
and find she’s* not there.

OR
*to find her not there.

There are women who/
feel heartache even as they/
make men’s hearts take flight.

Everyone says “Wow!/
You* are so beautiful!” Like/
that’s a big surprise.

*she is

He begged her to just/
imagine that she is the/
stuff dreams are made of.

AND

If his dreams mattered,/
then she was and is that stuff/
dream girls grow out of.

She stood, beautiful,/
not knowing she was. He could/
just repeat the truth.