Mar 23, 2012


My darling with a rythmic walk
That his belts, like a cradle, rock

The shoulders beneath his shirt
Look ready for the world's dirt

Has a lovely group of friends
Who know how to make amends

Their faces sweetly shine
When they go out to dine with wine

He loves to travel, to do new things
He is full of life, a charm that clings

He spreads the warmth, the cute smile
He knows how to deal with his work pile

Him, you would naturally trust
The face and demeanour is such!

His eyes look bold and sure 
His heart can, problems, endure

Oh baby, this might be a silly poem
But I know not how else to say
I see that I am in love, and
There isn't any may not or may!