Were we so unusual, because I didn't think we were, but now things are different to how they were before, for we liked our cuddles when we were alone, it didn't seem to matter if we just stayed at home, we were quite contented, just to talk about our dreams, never did we need all those public things. The pub never held our interest, it was never the thing we craved, for we would rather sit here drinking the tea's we made.
Never did we yearn for thrills and all those other things, all of our excitement come from doing up our home and the laughs that would bring. Now as I listen to the other's, as they chase their youth, it makes me stop and think, were we so silly to be content with in ourself's, or is it all the others, that's missed what it really matters. To have someone so special, sitting by your side, one that really matters, they make you feel alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another great write. I really enjoyed this one.