There is a little splinter in my hand,
It’s no big deal, a tiny piece of wood.
The crazy thing that I don’t understand
Is why I don’t remove it like I should.
It’s quite a question-how can I explain
A simple task I’ve left so long undone?
But since it doesn’t cause me any pain
And I received it having lots of fun…
I guess it’s just a crazy kind of token
A tangible reminder I can see
Of when I found my heart no longer broken-
And everything the way it’s meant to be.
Well, maybe not quite everything I guess-
A splinter’s not the most romantic thing.
But still- it’s evidence that will profess
My love for her until we get a ring.
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l
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Don't let that splinter get infected...
Take care of yourself...
~Linda
Awwwwwwwwww and it didn't cost you as much as a diamond. Unless it gets infected, and you tack on medical bills LOL
Then, will you still love her? :)
Still and all, a sweet letter :) Enjoyed
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love Tinka
Erica~
made for you;-)Lovely poem from a loving man!She should be thrilled!
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My love for her until we get a ring.
YAY!!!!!!!!!!! Go get that ring!!!! Bravo John!!!!
Vesna:)