To pen a note on how I feel
To untie the strings wrapped around my heart.
To set free unto the night words so precious and held so tight.
She arises my passion with her every glance, and renews my desire with her to advance.
Her beauty is yet pure innocence itself, but mischief is ready to be taken like a book from a shelf.
The next part is down to me, when three words I say unto thee
I love you
Copyright Mr R 2009
Relics of beauty leave an past behind.
Untold treasures abound and remark on silenced mouths
Who touched thy slender curve?
Who put thee to rest?
Copyright Mr R 2007
Those eyes grip me and hold me tight
The beauty within draws my breath
She may not know my dear delight what stirs within and is held from sight.
One day I will deliver, and bestow on thee true loves blessing from Cupids Quiver.
Copyright Mr R 2008
The life and Adventures of Mr R
Celebrating The English Spirit
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In the midst of life I woke to find myself living in an old house beside Brick Lane in the East End of London.
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