Sunday, 3 June 2012

Mad Russian



Last year my birthday it came and it went,
and I was given the greatest present
We walked to the square, so beautiful and fresh,
the clock said twelve and you said ‘yes’

The gum that was chewed was quickly forgotten,
for you had become my beloved begotten
Surrounded by suits, a love so real,
in the heat of the moment, I chose not to kneel

The walk and the coffee, the ring and the snow,
the greatest love ever, for now that you know
Our talk is so fresh, so beautiful and open
This ring is for love, for a future, not a token

The years, the times ahead to enjoy,
The babies too… a girl or a boy?


Copyright © Ian Boyd 2005

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