So, in true modern me style, I'm not going to say anything of substance here, but instead leave with you a poem I wrote this morning instead of doing proper work. I like the idea, but I'm not sure I pulled it off...
I Love The Way
I love you
I love the way you sing along to songs
out of key, but with passion
I love you
I love the way you'll throw anything on
a total stranger to fashion
I love your meals of beans on toast
I love the way you love to boast
I love you
I love you
I love the way your short stubble tickles
my cheek when we closely snuggle
I love you
I love the way you'd let me be fickle
without putting up a struggle
I love your voice, I love your smell
I love the way you kiss, not tell
I love you
I love you
I love the way you bought me cheap flowers
when you came back late from town
I love you
I love the way you listen to me for hours
when I am feeling down
I love your jokes that make me giggle
I love the way you make me wriggle
I love you
I love you
I love the way we met at the house party
when I'd had too much white wine
I love you
I love the way you see me as arty
told me my dreams would be mine
I love your thoughts, I love your plan
I love the way you believe we can
I love you
I love you
I love the way that although we fall out
we always can say sorry
I love you
I love the way that although you would shout
you hate making me worry
I love your flaws, I love your fears
I love the way you banish my tears
I love you
I hate it
I hate the way the driver jumped the light
since he was in a hurry
I hate it
I hate the way you were there on that night
popped out to get a curry
I hate the bumper of that guy's Ford
I hate the way you left me in that ward
I hate the crash, I hate the fall
I hate the way I recieved the call
I hate the way I lost you above all
I love you
