Everything about you is so absolutely perfect except
for one thing – the man whom you’ve chosen to
entrust your love with; but even so I’ll do my
very best to justify the faith which you’ve
confidently placed in me; even though,
quite typical of you, I know that
you’ve never or would you
ever try to make any
such demands on
me to do so.
© Stanley V. Collymore
6 January 2011.
All 388 poems by Stanley Collymore