Yes, I know you love me… Ok?
I can get my wet feet on garden grass
And then by next day you may cut it
To be gentle to my skin, and then I can
Swing… I can ask you to push me.
Yes, I know you love me… Ok?
From this morning onwards, you may not
Start with your accountant and you may
Bring me a coffee brimmed with cream
Or the butter special and kiss me awake.
But I can’t really tell you,
How to make me smile, can I?
But, how I convince- you love me more?
A contest entry
- You're Not Sorry by ListeningToSilence.
700 points, ended July 26, 10 entries
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