Over a cup of hot tea
The poet's words onto paper fly
Weaving skillful poetry
His poems I do so enjoy
His words, they never die
Over a cup of hot tea
Sometimes he sings merrily
Other times his finger over piano keys fly
Weaving skillful poetry
His happiness goes on eternally
Yet other times I see him cry
Over a cup of hot tea
Once I saw him by the sea
Where thoughts did like seagulls fly
Weaving skillful poetry
Enjoying the silence peacefully
With a blissful sigh
Over a cup of tea
Weaving skillful poetry
*~Marian~
Haha My Third Villanelle!!! :) ~~~~~<3
I Wrote This For My Dad Timothy!! :) ~~~~<3
Happy Father's Day, Dad!! :)) ~~~~<3
Take A Bow!!! ~~~~~<3