Him Poems
Only you
by Nicole Minnick
From wake till sleep, you're always on my mind.
Blue eyes, like cloudless skies, distract my sight
Your smile, a beacon, igniting my life.
A charm so genuine, I fell with no fight.
Mysterious shyness, I crave to discover.
Love runs deep, like a river, flowing forever.
First taste of true love, both scared and alive
Eternally missing you, my beating heart, only beats for one.
Night sky
by Elizabeth Sorrell
To you, my love
Lover of the sky
And The stars
The one who would pay
Just to watch a natural background
Searching for a shooting star
A symbol of hope in the dark
The little details are the biggest
And I’ll remember them all until
......
Mr. William Smellie: A Sketch
by Robert Burns
SHREWD Willie Smellie to Crochallan came;
The old cock'd hat, the grey surtout the same;
His bristling beard just rising in its might,
'Twas four long nights and days to shaving night:
His uncomb'd grizzly locks, wild staring, thatch'd
A head for thought profound and clear, unmatch'd;
Yet tho' his caustic wit was biting-rude,
His heart was warm, benevolent, and good.
Only you
by Nicole Minnick
From wake till sleep, you're always on my mind.
Blue eyes, like cloudless skies, distract my sight
Your smile, a beacon, igniting my life.
A charm so genuine, I fell with no fight.
Mysterious shyness, I crave to discover.
Love runs deep, like a river, flowing forever.
First taste of true love, both scared and alive
Eternally missing you, my beating heart, only beats for one.
Night sky
by Elizabeth Sorrell
To you, my love
Lover of the sky
And The stars
The one who would pay
Just to watch a natural background
Searching for a shooting star
A symbol of hope in the dark
The little details are the biggest
And I’ll remember them all until
......
Mr. William Smellie: A Sketch
by Robert Burns
SHREWD Willie Smellie to Crochallan came;
The old cock'd hat, the grey surtout the same;
His bristling beard just rising in its might,
'Twas four long nights and days to shaving night:
His uncomb'd grizzly locks, wild staring, thatch'd
A head for thought profound and clear, unmatch'd;
Yet tho' his caustic wit was biting-rude,
His heart was warm, benevolent, and good.
