He loved you,
Bronwen; he
Said you came
Into his
Life like a
Brass band down
A parade
With your bold
Buxom fine
Figure, your
Big bright eyes
Shining at
Him like large
Lamps breaking
Into the
Darkness of
His dreary
Life. He loved
You, Bronwen,
When you kissed
His bearded
Cheek and you
Giggled like
Some silly
Schoolgirl who’d
Been tickled
Until a
Torrent of
Tears flooded
Your blue blouse,
And he loved
The way you
Took his hand
In yours and
Held it to
Your lovely
Big *****
And blessed it
With the touch
Of your lips
And sent a
Wow making
Wave of touch
Tingling
Electric
Along his
Arm right to
His broken
Heart and head.
He misses
You, Bronwen;
He misses
Your kisses
And love, now
That you are
Lost and dead.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
He loved you,
Bronwen; he
Said you came
Into his
Life like a
Brass band down
A parade
With your bold
Buxom fine
Figure, your
Big bright eyes
Shining at
Him like large
Lamps breaking
Into the
Darkness of
His dreary
Life. He loved
You, Bronwen,
When you kissed
His bearded
Cheek and you
Giggled like
Some silly
Schoolgirl who’d
Been tickled
Until a
Torrent of
Tears flooded
Your blue blouse,
And he loved
The way you
Took his hand
In yours and
Held it to
Your lovely
Big *****
And blessed it
With the touch
Of your lips
And sent a
Wow making
Wave of touch
Tingling
Electric
Along his
Arm right to
His broken
Heart and head.
He misses
You, Bronwen;
He misses
Your kisses
And love, now
That you are
Lost and dead.
POEM COMPOSED IN 2009
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