Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
“Thank you for the flowers you’ve sent”, she said,
And sweetly smiled, and coyly turned her head.
“I am sorry for the things I said last night.
I was wrong, and you were right.
Please forgive me?”
So I forgave her.
And as we wandered through the moonlit hours,
I thought,
“What bloody flowers?”
It is amazing what you can accomplish if you do not care who gets the credit.
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a…
The Aeronaut to his Lady I Through Blue Sky Fly To You. Why ? Sweet Love, Feet Move So Slow…
Claude Covo-Farchi
I hope you won’t mind that I posted your poem as a Valentine poem 😉
If you do, I’ll remove it…