55 KB 1 year on

Trials, tribulation, heartache a tear

Three hundred and sixty five days is a year.

Trust, love, and comfort is what we all seek,

Not given in seven days or a week.

Everyday now, heavenly bliss,

Happiness all around,

Love entwining each kiss.

All these words I do not just say,

It’s just,

I Love You!

Whitesnake's do it better ..........In the course of time xxxx
 My KB's  55 is here

NOW..Read below or I'll rip ya bloody arms off!!

Flash Fiction - Each Friday, compose a short story or other dribble of 55 words - no more, no less... or else bits of you will fall off. Post your crap to the slave driver G-Man. If you're not interested in contributing anything not even a comment feel free to Bugga off somewhere else.