There's something about you
that is mega lovely,
and,
super splendid cuddly;
many many adjectives
they do
in my head
land,
when we walk
hand
in hand.

Oh you,
you make me *******
at being Zen
because if apart
now becomes when,
a when will I see you again.
The stampede is fast
to your arms.

Sitting in the field of us
I forget what the concept of unfurrowed will allow;
as it's just me and youy
in the now now now.

I can still hear your loud sleeping noise through the door,
if I was being abrupt
I'd say it's a snore.
But it isn't that obtrusive to me,
it's part of your calling card
as far as I can see;
a breathless wonder
found easy
in the dark,
always hooting every gurgle;
my love,
my brightest spark.

When I see you,
near,
or far,
I always quicken my steps,
the eager to be closer brings rapidity to the fore;
the seeking fast
wanting more.

You
with yourself
put sparkles
in my ground;
and unearthed with ease
when you come around.

You?
You make me fabulous,
all wow and starry;
feel I can usurp King at Kong
and then move on to beat Federer
at ping pong
on the Atari!

Finishing work on a Tuesday
often has it's charms,
nearer to the middle and away from Monday's harm,
the roughest hungover part of the week been and gone,
confronted and finished with the verve of aplomb.
As well as those little celebrations this Tuesday was better,
it had you in it.
You got off the train and moved towards me, a equal to all the sun,
making the day
splendid
and fantastically won.

Silly
to hear you say
that I might not have thought
you looked beautiful
today;
your stupendous made dally
with all the air,
your best side everywhere.