His woman she's a lovely girl
A caring sharing heart
Aesthetically artistic
She lets him play his part
Quietly she lets him know
When he over steps the mark
A sideways glance a surly pout
With no idea he's in the dark
Sometimes he feels "I'm winning
My pillow talk is never boring
She later whips my bolster off
Her excuse to stop me snoring"
But all in all He has to say
"I love my flowery petal
She lets me think I rule the roost
Deep down she's precious metal"
Andrew and Beautiful Monster (Kirsty) in Santorini
Love Birds in the Sand.
Love is a velvet cloak of diamonds stitched with golden threads.
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