Angels and Jeannies

I had to write something but what
Something I had dreamt about but forgot
I know ! I should write about you,
You whose sweet smile was seen by so few
Yes, I have you !

I think about you, all the time
all the time, Yes I'm !
I know, I know, it should rhyme,
But if the poem lost it's meaning it would be such a huge crime.

Ah, then. That wasn't so hard, I think.
Poet is not a jeannie, who on a double eyed blink,
Creates something, so obscure !
Just look up the thesaurus, and conjure !!