It cuts my cheese in squares.
I pair it with pared pear.
I’d like to share it; but where?
I’ll coast to the coast and row to the road,
a present at present in hand.
Though I wore a worn waistcoat,
She kindly waives it...as I kind of wave my hand.
I write a right-lovely love song...
Romantic versus fight versus the moon.
Then eyeing those eyes I let out a sigh.
My eyes mist as I missed for so long.