Gilly - Poem by Damian Cranney
She sat across the room in deep concentration,
Watching Tv with avid fascination
She is as desirable now as the day we first met,
We've had our differences, but never had regret.
She has a fiery temper, that really is quite cute,
But blind love, no faults does see and so keeps mute.
We have been together now, for a very long time,
This crotchety, slightly deaf, lovely little lady of mine.
We are not yet in our dotage I am happy to say,
And my passion for her grows more each and every day,
But life bound together as lovers and friends,
Makes you understand more, that love never ends.
Having said all of that, l will have to admit,
That I get on her nerves. I'm afraid quite a bit,
None of us are perfect, in my case not at all,
And if I argue that perfection, is all about perception,
I know that ground is rocky and I'm heading for a fall.
We sometimes bicker all day long in happy procrastination,
And disagree on everything that happens in our nation,
This does not detract from how we feel about the other,
I sometimes think her wrong, but do not care, 'cos I love her.
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