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What makes my heart beat fast, so fast?

What makes me weak at the knees?

Your scent intoxicates and lasts,

You invade me like a luscious sneeze.

Stand near and my heart jumps in my chest,

Hold me close and I’m aflame,

I’m a junkie, self-professed,

I just love your voice, your name.

You’re my music, softly played,

You’re my lyric, you’re my song,

In the full sun, you’re my shade,

It’s  to you that I belong.

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I give you this pledge,

That I’ll always be there.

To support you, protect you,

To  show you I care.

You are my touchstone,

You are my world,

You walked into my life,

And I kind of unfurled.

You’re laughter, you’re humour,

You’re a centre of joy,

You’re a bundle of energy,

Just point and deploy!

There’s nothing on earth,

That I wouldn’t do,

To show you precisely

How much I love you.

 

 

Organza, oleander, overbearing, Oy Vey.
Obnoxious, ongoing, outrider, obey.
Opulent, omniscient, okay,
overweight,
Orated, ovated, operated, opaque.
Open, organic, ordain, ostracise,
Onomatopoeic, ormolu, organise.
Orderly, outrageous, is what it’s about,
Ongoing, outgoing, oh, over and out!

Monsters borne on dragon steeds,
Deception found in daily deeds,
Doom, disaster, prophesied,
These are things of nightmares.

Fruitless arguments prophesied,
Misunderstandings guaranteed,
All designed to thwart, mislead,
These are things of nightmares.

I’m afraid, I do concede,
Mayhem’s certain, yes, decreed,
I will fail, or else I’ll bleed,
When I’m beset by nightmares.

This is a seasonal, reversing wind,
An asymmetric heating of land and sea.
The land warms, the sea cools,
Or vice versa.
The breeze is blowing in from the west,
Bringing rain,
Copious vertical sheets of it.

It’s been raining now for days and days.

The world is brushed with a liquid glaze,

It drips from the cill and slips sideways,

And that’s when my baby softly says,

Who’ll stop the rain?

I see you!
I am master of observation.
Little escapes me…
Only those things that bore me.
I see you!

Love tiptoed quietly into my heart,

And planted its seed deep within.

I realised that you were a woman apart,

As you crept stealthily under my skin.

I cannot convey what I found that day,

The day that we very first met,

A meeting of minds that one rarely finds,

That I haven’t recovered from yet.

You are my lover, you are my muse,

Scratch me and you will find residues,

Of you in my heart, my blood, my brain,

Traces of you will always remain…

A kilo of kindness will come in good stead,
If a posse of people arrives unexpected!

Jam and Jerusalem, a clarion call,
Euphemism for those ladies down the village hall,
The fabulous stalwarts of the W.I,
Who’ll run a raffle or bake a pie.
Who redefine the words charitable, compassionate, noble,
Whose famous nude calendar went viral, went global.
Who’ve raised loads of dosh for numerous charities,
The W.I., would you applaud them please!?