Love with cracks !

My cookery books disintegrate,
My pans are turning black.
The Le Creuset pot’s too heavy
The china’s got a crack.

The table’s got deep scratches
The cutlery’s rather sparse.
My complexion too has wrinkles
Quite unlike my arse.

My hands are going wonky
Though my fingernails still grow.
I’m ready to scratch your face
I’m jealous of your hair.

My feet look so bad in sandals
They made my neighbour scream.
Can THEY do nothing for you?
On your way, Sunbeam.

The house is like my body
They both are getting worn.
I can buy new cutlery.
But I can’t buy a girlish form.

I need a sense of humour
Or I shall go insane.
And I hear extra exercise
Can renew my brain.

I learn new skills each passing year
From art to Su Doku.
But the skill I want to get perfect
Is the skill of loving you!

I’ll practise in the daytime
I’ ll practise in the night.
I hope I can improve my skill
If I improve my sight.

Perception is the mother
Of wisdom and of love.
I want to see you better
My own sweet darling dove.

I’ll love you in the wintertime
And in the summer too.
I want to see you clearer.
I do,I do,I do !

Published by Katherine