So strange to want these things
A sweet cool breeze
On a warm summer's day
Lying in bed so snug
And wanting to stay
So strange to want these things
Laughter so heartily made
Returning easily for its next escapade
Walking with your dog
On a bright crisp sunny morning
So strange to want these things
A glass of red wine to savour
In the front of a blazing fire
Just passing time with who you love
Gently conversing on everything
So strange to want these things.
© Paul Warren Poetry
I beg to differ with LeeAnn. I have felt very often, the way Paul has. It is quite strange… to want many a thing! I ask myself, Why? ? ?
They are not strange but they fill every human need Bravo!
They are all part of the delights of life x An enjoyable poem x Thanks for sharing x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved it. Simple pleasures give the greatest happiness. Kudos!