yes, 'tis true, of course.
how do I know this, you ask?
I imagine my hilarious galloping horse!
Early in the morning,
I can still hear Big Ben chimes.
You'd have to be blind not to see the time
It's not in London...the clock sits on your bedside table...
And the midgets under your bed are real...
and not just wrestling on late-night cable.
My toes used to find you
in the winter's bitter cold...
And we both liked our coffee
strong and bold.
You had a warm and welcoming smile...
In the snow, just to see you, I would walk a country mile.
I think of you with every passing day...
Your bed was the ocean, and not small like a bay.
you were sweet and gentle; a capable lover,
Finding you was luckier than a four leaf clover.
Once, you fed me a chocolate covered cherry..
I didn't sleep, yet went to work smiling, happy and weary.
One time you gave me your pillow, and a long-sleeved red shirt
so when I was apart from you, they kept me warm, and lessened the hurt.
the memories of us
are forever safe inside my heart...
you are with me whether I'm on the bus, ferry or BART
sleep well, my frog prince...
be good, and have a good night...
we all get to start over again
with each
dawn's early morning
light.
Very nice poem, brings tears to my eyes. You are a great writer!
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