My Russian Radiator

I love the way there’s freckles on your nose,

the sneaky type that retract when it snows

When sometimes spaghetti is hung on your ears,

the way your mouth shapes before there are tears

Your facial expressions, your burps and your squawks,

your lazy tongue teething sometimes when you talk

You have wrinkly hands and wrinkly feet,

I love the way your body moves with the beat

Your eyes are so special, so big and so brown,

at the moment their hidden, like the patch on your crown

I love you so much, I hurt deep down inside,

I want one day for our banns to be tied

Your legacy is burnt on my heart and my soul,

You and me together, forever is my goal

Copyright © Ian Boyd 2004