There is nothing peculiar
that isn’t so similar
to how we behave.
Behaving badly,
madly, oh truly,
sweep me off my feet
and you’re wondering,
I can see it,
but I can be a wonder
watch as I blunder my way
through the day.
She loves me
She loves me a lot,
she loves me not is
not in my bunch of roses.
© 2020, John Smallshaw.
