Madman Poet in Love III

[Editor's note: this is a work in progress, untitled as of yet, and rather crazy]

I don't write haiku,
My golden girl in New York,
but I'll write for you

I'm not japanese,
Five, seven, five I do count,
Albeit not with ease.

but your voice I miss,
your eyes, your face, my lovely,
make poetry a breeze.

How very silly,
I thought I'd be good to you,
so I wrote freely

But do not take me,
All that seriously. For you,
My try at haiku.

I know it's quite bad,
But if you smile at this poem,
Then it was worth it.