:bism:
Now, see, this beautiful poem motivated me to write my own poem to my future husband with a slight *twist,* mwhahaha, which I hope you'll enjoy (winks).
Dear Mr. Toad,
I'm about to implode,
You're late,
To the joining of our fate,
I'd like to skewer you alive,
And send you on a nosedive,
From the hill,
With my extreme good will,
Unless you apologize,
For making me agonize,
Over any clue,
On when I'll meet you,
And twine fingers,
To the song which lingers,
In my lonely heart,
About my sweetheart,
From the longing I feel,
And love from which I reel,
Having believed in you for so long,
That I can almost feel your arms strong,
Deeply eyes communicating,
That you've too been waiting,
So I may forgive you,
And never bid you adieu,
Even as I stub your toe,
And inside of myself crow,
Since no angel am I,
Though I promise to sigh,
Winking at God,
And be properly awed.
:wa:
Now, see, this beautiful poem motivated me to write my own poem to my future husband with a slight *twist,* mwhahaha, which I hope you'll enjoy (winks).
Dear Mr. Toad,
I'm about to implode,
You're late,
To the joining of our fate,
I'd like to skewer you alive,
And send you on a nosedive,
From the hill,
With my extreme good will,
Unless you apologize,
For making me agonize,
Over any clue,
On when I'll meet you,
And twine fingers,
To the song which lingers,
In my lonely heart,
About my sweetheart,
From the longing I feel,
And love from which I reel,
Having believed in you for so long,
That I can almost feel your arms strong,
Deeply eyes communicating,
That you've too been waiting,
So I may forgive you,
And never bid you adieu,
Even as I stub your toe,
And inside of myself crow,
Since no angel am I,
Though I promise to sigh,
Winking at God,
And be properly awed.
:wa:
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