Until of course I entered the groove,
A chocolate here, a flower there,
A prance around, in my underwear.
The course of true love never did run smooth,
That is of course till I made my move,
Sweet words whispered from there and here,
Just like the master Sir William Shakespeare.
Whitesnakes do it better .................To strike or not to strike?
9 comments:
Like your groove :-)
Aww, I remember those flowers :) Enjoyed your poem hun xxxx
cute...
lovely thoughts....
Please feel free to link in and share any poem to our potluck poetry tonight...
poems unrelated to our theme, or old poems are welcome...
hope to see you in.
Happy Sunday!
love your talent!
do you give lessons?
Another classic from your pen :)
Old Mr S has real competition here. Nice one.
Cute ;) Love and Light, Sender
you made me laugh, you done good :)
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