True Love.... A poem
True Love
Do it now well here it goes.
A poem of love I must suppose.
I write about your kindest heart.
The smell of roses as you fart.
The graceful way you take to floor.
Just after you've walked into a door.
The way you hold a glass of wine.
The food spillages as you dine.
Your sleek figure full of curves.
The eye twitching with the nerves.
Your sense of fashion and true style.
Although not seen for a while.
Your lips so full and ready to kiss.
That cold sore I always try to miss.
Your hair that’s so nicely done.
A wig you have more than one.
But I wouldn't have you another way.
You are my love till my last day.
Dx
Do it now well here it goes.
A poem of love I must suppose.
I write about your kindest heart.
The smell of roses as you fart.
The graceful way you take to floor.
Just after you've walked into a door.
The way you hold a glass of wine.
The food spillages as you dine.
Your sleek figure full of curves.
The eye twitching with the nerves.
Your sense of fashion and true style.
Although not seen for a while.
Your lips so full and ready to kiss.
That cold sore I always try to miss.
Your hair that’s so nicely done.
A wig you have more than one.
But I wouldn't have you another way.
You are my love till my last day.
Dx
