I have a man whose name is Thomas—
Lovely, warm-hearted, and old jazz.
He loves frogs, koalas, and fluff—
While I love cats and dogs with red ruffs.
He is kind, handsome, and wise,
My man does it very well— once or twice.
He drives an old Chevy Malibu,
Down to the streets of Batesville’s view.
He's my strength, my life, and my spouse—
I hoped someday, we'll live in the same house.
With our cats and dogs, frogs and koalas,
While we meld our colors and paint our canvas.
I have a man, his name is Thomas,
Blue-eyed American and loves green grass.
He's my sunshine, my snow, and my storm—
My perpetuity, life, and death, in any form.
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Reinvention: A Comprehensive Metamorphosis Of A Young Adult (Anthology II)
PoetryHe found himself in an old lair, there, he reinvented and followed the dry trail.
