Indeed. I'm never writing a poem for Miss Dior Watch.
I have the beginning of one floating around in my head, mind you -
June's countenance was fresh and fair
July's was passionate and wild
August's withered in the sultry air
But September greets me with a smile.
And as the air begins to cool
And the hint of woodsmoke begins to rise
I note that while the seasons follow rules
There is still room for a surprise.
The rest of the poem will come later when the appropriate lady arrives. I just hope she shows up before the end of the month!
Regards, Ivan
Dang MadIvan,
You are so romantic. Please post the rest of that poem here someday so we Freeper gals can read it.
If you don't mind me asking-- WHAT do you mean by "goth"? Are you referring to dressng the way the women on NCIS(the coroner women) does?
ANd-- BTW-- I once had a poem, that I had written a couple of years ago, when I WRONGLY thought I was about to be reunited with a long-,lost female friend of mine.
It started something like this. I'll share a little of it.(It was solely for her)
"God Sent me to You.
Once I was lonely, broken hearted and blue,
Wondering through life, without much of a clue.
Unable to find a love that was true,
Till that wonderful day, that God sent me to you".