A poem about love. |
| Push, pull, nip, tuck. One small prank deserves a hug, then another in kind. It's not difficult to find what this is. True Love. A shout, a kiss. A tear given in tenderness. Building the blocks that make up this: true love. A cuddle, a shake. Not right now or you're gonna be late. We can save this for our next date. True love. A grimace, a fight. We both listen when it's not right. We can mend the fence tonight. True love. A shuffle, a shake. Old joints creak and ache, It's okay, we're not too late. True love. Gentle breeze. Blows slowly beneath the trees. Right here we rest for eternity. True love. |