Monday, 25 August 2014

A rather personal poem....






I'm going to be slightly selfish on this poem, as it dedicated to my partner.




Is it his touch,
Is it his smile?
Or does it come down,
To his style?

At this moment,
I'm not sure.
But please doctor,
Give me a cure.

The way he speaks,
With such grace,
In a welsh accent,
At his pace.

He has my heart,
Does he have my soul?
We are in love,
That's surely a goal!

A clear home win,
Is all can be said.
I'm with this man,
A Jack Bastard!!!!

 

 

 

 

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