Love of my Life, by Leslie Thomson Subscribe to rss feed for Leslie Thomson

There are not the words to tell you,
What joys and happiness you bring,
How I hold you ever dear to me,
And how you make my heart to sing.

I admire the way you are so strong,
And how you are so very sweet.
At the end of every long hard day,
It’s you I love my lips to meet.

You are with me every morning,
And at the end of every day.
Warming and comforting to me,
In your special, subtle way.

And though others laugh at me,
I wish they could only see,
Just how much I love you so;
My nice hot cup of tea.

(9th April 2011) 
Posted: 2012-03-27 15:58:34 UTC

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