who the hell are you people?
some shite trying desperately to pass as poetry and whatever...
Precious Moments (yes it's a tongue in cheek title)
She captures the moments
in my heart
in her voice
in her kiss that screams "I love you!"
she is mastered beauty...
like an angel plucked from the stars.
She inspires gooey love poems from
cantankerous middle aged men.
Falling in love with her..
second after second after second.
And I can finally breath a bit easier again.
Smiling and Grinning like an idiot.
People look at me
"Why is he smiling?"
"That guy looks like a grinning idiot.."
and on and on and on...
But when she is with me hand in hand or arms entwined...
The just hate me all the more...
and I love it.
Burning a bit
(For the Cowan Kids)
so they look to me for guidance..
and I give great advice.
A modern day Aesop.
But I cannot "hear" a word I "say".
can't live it.
Am I winning or losing?
I inspire and get inspired, and see the good
in children people love to hate...
I hope I am doing right by them.
I hope I am guiding them to the light and not the fire....
Love Captain PirateFace