crowded bar eyes met love at first sight? Not quite
Though there was much liking me to to you one way I had nothing you wanted
you had dark hair crooked smile and dancing eyes to die for
We talked you laughed I grumbled
Your friend bought me a pint. I was sad it wasn't you.
We drank you left I drank some more and went to bed. Alone
Months later in a punt random chance beer picnic botle opener? No chance.
Punt side cap removal I taught you. You tried it hurt your finger. I was sad. you were happy bandaged hand essay excuse.
We fell in love your crooked smile and dancing eyes to die for My car and hairy shoulders
Years later
you still have crooked smile and dancing eyes to die for now own own car
I have .... hairy back and you
Mostly my poems are pure make believe - especially the ones about murdering people, honest. This one is exactly how I met my wife. She didn't much like me. I have a thing for eyes.