Thinking of You

Sun, 04/12/2015 - 12:31 -- Aegis

Thinking of you

Makes me black and blue

When I know you're not thinking of me

But you're white and gold

A prize far too old

For a well trained right eye not to see

And so you go looking

While fishers are hooking

Their beautiful catch of the day

Am I naive

To think you can't be

A fisher yourself who is cooking

Are you a catch

Or did you just latch

On to my poor old fishing reel

You are the best thing

To ever come sing

Me to a blissful nights sleep

But while I snooze away

Do you go and play

With all the other fish in the pond

Or will you remain

Faithful and plain

Yet far more beautiful than my rain

Comments

gabsi13

Great Poem!!

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