My Dear, what would you ever do without me?'
A teasing comment a fleeting thought. One i should have thought the answer to, instead of laughing it off.
Let us ponder for a while and take our time,indeed what shall i do if you were no longer mine?
Your laugh,your smile, the twinkle in your eye,
The furrow of a brow the lifting of your lips on one side.
Your unique fragrance of cinnamon and apples,
Your sturdy frame and limber limbs a well and slender fingures that played the piano.
Oh my Dear! Oh how you played;
We danced we laughed 'till we could no more, then just lay chests heaving and arms splayed
To be continued
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Gone
Poetry'My Dear, what would you ever do without me?' A teasing comment a fleeting thought. One i should have thought the answer to, instead of laughing it off. ~ Indeed greif does have...
