My darling with a rythmic walk
That his belts, like a cradle, rock
The shoulders beneath his shirt
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!
Love it. :)
ReplyDeleteAdorable. Love the rhythm it takes up!
ReplyDeletedoesn't have the usual glamour.....but then i guess.. not for general public..
ReplyDeletestill simplest of feelings are sometimes what is required to express wonders...
though good to see you back... i hated giving fruitless counter points.... :P