I waited at the bus stop,
then mounting paid the fare,
a bus ride down from Maze hill
and thence Trafalgar Square.

For all the fun we often had,
though battles made me sad,
I loved you then and always will
Because you were my dad.

Please tell me why I’m never shy,
and flutter my eyes, as a butterfly.
Expose my leg and upper thigh?
If I was honest, I would rather die.
But because I'm not, and never shy
my skirts are short for passers-by.

A little flower that means such a lot.

Abbreviated.
Sadly once to often!

I miss the other side of you,
The one once loved as honest, true.
attentive, sharing thoughts we had,
adored by others, never sad.

But now, we hardly talk at all,
so rare we do I can’t recall,
the promises you made to me,
as tired of now, I set you free.

She,
the sweetest smile  to ever lift
a  face,

a silken fabric slips to hips
her taste,

the lower body  in blue denim
chaste,

Emmy’s flats her shoes for
style and grace,

Her Aston Martin finely tuned
to race.

He,
handsome with a swarthy  face,
Latino

His yacht would not disgrace
Oceano

His watch of little relevance?
but certain of its elegance
a Greubel Forsey GMT
“The World is Mine” for all to see!

Is it love that clings to, comfort and  health?
Or comfort that  clings  to, love and wealth?