French Fancy - Poem by Paula Glynn
I can't speak French,
But I love my French Fancy,
He is my sugar fix,
So sweet with his affection,
The icing on the cake,
And so sweet with his affection.
He is like a French Fancy,
So sweet on the tongue,
And so loyal and caring,
And he means the world to me,
For he is all I see.
He is a magical man,
So sweet when life is sour,
And he is delicious every hour,
And when he knocks on my door,
He gives me flowers.
He beautifully expresses his love,
As we walk together at dusk and dawn,
And we kiss underneath the moon and stars,
For this love is true and means everything.
I love my French Fancy,
My addiction for him,
Stronger and deeper than a crush,
And he makes my life heaven,
Like a bite of a sweet French Fancy.
Whether it's spring, summer, autumn or winter,
No one can tear us apart,
No one can destroy what's in our hearts,
And jealousy may rear its ugly head,
But nothing can break this love in my heart.
To be so close could be a gift from god,
For his love is a precious blessing,
And his words cherish me,
Like a French Fancy that captures the imagination,
Of the tastebuds, giving joy and pleasure.
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