Poetry

Mine, and occasionally others'.

I Love You

I'm rubbish at saying I Love You
I'm not one for a romantic kiss
I'm rubbish at saying I Love You 
I'm better at taking the piss
I'm rubbish at saying I Love You 
I'm sorry if that is remiss
I'm rubbish at saying I Love You 
So I thought that I'd say it like this.

It's Gone

For John Leach, probably the nearest I'll get to a love poem:

My partner's pain at last has gone
Long months of torment finished
For weeks in sorrow soldiering on
His suffering undiminished

Good God, I'm glad they're in the past,
Those howls and screams of pain
His wisdom tooth has gone at last
But his wisdom will remain

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