Your teeth are crooked
They’re yellow too.
Your hair misbehaves –
Just like you.
Your humour I fail to understand
Like the words you mumble in your sleep.
You have no manners
Can’t even hold a fork !!
You bite your nails
And your words are sharp
Little love do you seem to give –
Time a waste for me.
Yet I stand here still
With a smile on my face –
Your grace is hidden,
Your charm is only ever mine.
Your smile so rare
But springs from soul
My darling - rarer than any precious stone.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
Your teeth are crooked
They’re yellow too.
Your hair misbehaves –
Just like you.
Your humour I fail to understand
Like the words you mumble in your sleep.
You have no manners
Can’t even hold a fork !!
You bite your nails
And your words are sharp
Little love do you seem to give –
Time a waste for me.
Yet I stand here still
With a smile on my face –
Your grace is hidden,
Your charm is only ever mine.
Your smile so rare
But springs from soul
My darling - rarer than any precious stone.
