THE GOOD, GOOD OLD TIMES
It was nice,whilst it lasted,
The love I never dare confess,yet harder to repress
The times I sat at the balcony,
And you came into me with a wondrous kiss,
I named it,’the kiss of life!’
For with the touch of your lips,I felt more and more alive again
Your chest pressing,softly against mine,
Your beautiful wine gourds chubby on my face,
It was nice,really breathtaking,when I saw your yes
Dazzling bright,and sapphire,
I remember the good good ol’ times
When we sat to watch the sunset,o’er the grey cloud
I found everything extremely overnice!
I remember the good good old times,
When I thought you japed about my big big face and forehead
I loved your witticism.
I cannot forget to tell you,dear reader,
That at this point,I did not loose my beloved
I just lost something else to write about
But before you turn another leaf,dear reader
She is what is,and what was!
Uncle D
Dunca9n 