Love made this 'GIANT' a 'wimp'.
In lieu of running, now I limp.
Once again I'm JUST a little boy,
as my “Love” treats me....just like a toy!
If younger, I might be more manly.
Now I behave much more blandly.
Though my 'home-boss' may lack glamor,
she ain’t at all short …on CLAMOR!
And my heart might now take flight....., IF.....
it were not filled.....with so much fright!
(July 30, 2015)
Ha ha! You're letting the side down Bri......... Women, the stronger of the sexes, Bri knows, he’s had three exes. Bri is trembling, he’s so afraid, ‘Cause number four must be obeyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this poem....There is something just so epic about it. It hints at a journey....Great poem. A 10.