Just in case you weren't told
I'll have you know
This is getting old.
Sloppy kisses, an icky finger,
A phlegm-filled nose,
Big tears that linger,
Are hardly elements, you see
That are supposed
To enamor me.
It's not fortitude I lack
But each time I reclaim my heart
You steal it right back.
PS. written for my son when he was about 10 months old.
This is so cute...I wonder what your son has to now that he's presumably older?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A whole different kind of love here. Nice!