He Loves her (or so he says :-) )
He loves her ~ becauseshe said
'I won't take half,
I'm just here to laugh'
and it makes his heart
melt like the tv dinners
she destroys in the oven,
her own unique recipe,
he hasn't a clue
and she denies
while lying in bed
tearing pictures from magazines,
a Bardot pout,
long legs
and a colour chart
as she artlessly asks
if red heads have more fun,
because she's sure she once was,
in a previous life,
a Celtic queen
defeating Roman elite.
He loves her ~ because
when he's cranky,
she forgot to lock the door
dropped her glass on the floor
and covered it with a table
Aunt Mabel gave him.
She buys flowers,
that need resuscitating
and they haven't a vase,
she fills up the lavatory,
thats what he loves,
or just, so he says.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2009-05-30 at 14:23
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