My girl thinks I,m crazy
Or maybe even worse
Cos my head is filled with poetry
And I love writing verse

I write her love poems
Filled with beautiful word
She laughs in my face
And says that I,m absurd

But I don,t really mind
I love her free will
And no matter what she says
I go on writing still

Maybe one day
I,ll write a poem she loves
About football or knitting
Or white turtle doves

About Catherine Cookson books
Or a peter Andre song
Canal boats in Venice
Or a trip to hong kong

About dance moms
Her favourite tv show
I very much doubt it
But I guess you never know

So I keep going
And with every word
I,m beginning to wonder
Am I really absurd..????????