A Heart At Times, Can Hurt No More. Poem by Michael Gale

A heart at times, can hurt no more, believed in certain times...
When walked and stomped upon my heart, experienced of nature's crimes.

My futured love will have no fear, that i'll ever be so sneaky...
I'll forever tell her all my truths, and happily kiss her queenly cheeky.

I'll always do to open doors, for my serenely mate...
I'll gladly scoot out her chair fro' table's floor, on first, and middle, and even th' lastly date.

I'll wait for her, no matter the time, the clock does tell...
I'll never do complain, no matter how longly she be late-
-I'll never to, even rant, and scream and yell.

I'll always really treat her well, for as long as we be married...
Our affair of the heart will last many years along, a happily ever after tale,
in my heart always, t'will be carried.