Poem -
I Think the World of She
She's precious as can be,
She means so much to me,
So much to me.
She spells generosity,
And she's always been
A friend in need.
Been so many years
Since that we
First met in our heyday,
So young and so free,
Sun-soaked days,
No tears, no cares,
Back in our heady heyday,
What I'm trying to say,
Is I think the world of she.
She's tender as can be,
Her kindness is for real,
So real for me,Â
She sends her warmth to me,
Like gentle poetryÂ
That I can feel.
Been so many years
Since that we
First met in our heyday,
So young and so free,
Sun-soaked days,
No tears, no cares,
Back in our heady heyday,
What I'm trying to say,
Is I think the world of she.
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Comments
A poem dedicated to one of those rare loves that since the teens survive in time, words of appreciation, love and joy to that eternal love without barriers or distance. A good poem, congratulations to the author.
You describe it perfectly, Lucas, thank you.
I am glad that reply, despite the time that I've been writing in the language of Byron still I doubt my intonation, hahahahahaha, and when an author tells me that I understand I am pleased. Another greeting and I loved the poem.
Ah, Byron, love the Romantics...thanks again, Lucas, I'm so glad you love it.