Your grace, your charm, your wit;
I don’t like you, yet we fit, we knit.
Life’s so good, so gold, so golden;
I don’t see the glimmer: I’m olden.
I’m rough, I’m buff, I’m so tough;
You seem to like me: am I enough?
Poetry | Stories | Photography
Your grace, your charm, your wit;
I don’t like you, yet we fit, we knit.
Life’s so good, so gold, so golden;
I don’t see the glimmer: I’m olden.
I’m rough, I’m buff, I’m so tough;
You seem to like me: am I enough?