We have begun
to become
(you know
the kind)
the kind of couple
people hate to meet
when they are
single
all irriatingly annoyingly
cuddlesome &
all over one
another
kissing when they meet
in the street
for ten minutes or more
as the world waits patiently by.
All this
bloody kissey-wissey stuff!
Enough already!
Finishing...yes dear.. or..
beginning
each other's sentences
as if hearts & watches have been
synchronised.
But now
that we have become one
& you have ended
my solitary confinement
in the isolation of Singledom
of which I appeared to be
so blasé about
but which I absolutely detested
why I find
coupledom to be
far more to my liking.
So rah rah rah & horray hurrah
for the kind of couple we've become!
It's so...mmmmmmmm! .... mmmmmm! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
GOD made all perfect. It; s the heart of man that fills the soul with GOOD or EVIL. Sort of like programming a computer.? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?