I’ll be loving you

Until the very end of time I’ll be loving you.

Until the end of all my rhymes,I’ll be writing you.

Until the day I die,I’ll be unintentionally annoying you.

Older and older,I’ll never leave you,but I will,no doubt, grieve you,

deceive you,misperceive you and misconstrue my meter when I am writing for you

and I can’t stop to get the right rhythm

Otherwise I’ll think of you,wink at you and make a hyperlink to your blog

For now,my fingers will be all over you..looking for fleas in your clothes,

and for for mice in your shoes.

I’ll be looking for tears in your eyes  to lick up for you

 

and making you surprised.

That’s a love poem,innit?

Well,innit?

Wot!I’m British,innit!

Don’t you know Estuary English?

Or Frenglish?

Oh, geddit! You’re a dimwit.I love it!

You spun me a tale…..

Love your particular detail,like you are male

Here’s time and a wail.