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

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 hypnotic link to you

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

and making you feel surprised.

Do you speak Estuary English?

You spun me a tale…..

Love your particular detail,like you are male.

You have small hands and feet.

And you can smile.

Love may fail

Though it has no examinations.

Or recriminations

So I’ll stop  showing  love to  you

And find something  wise to do without you

like making a Christmas Cake

Yes,I can bake

What do you hate?