Mysterious, eh?

Someone wrote me a very small poem called Special Delivery. It was about four lines long. Then I wrote her a different poem with the same title and that poem is this.

Life is hard when you are dealt bad luck.

Nobody can resist a warm embrace.

This is a poem of mine that I wrote after making a mistake that made me very sad.

To have someone truly captivated.

Ah…. Bla….. Yeah… Mair…. can hear anything?

Poem about a gentleman that has a case of the jitters before giving a speech.

Knowing your angel you would sing a glorious song in adoration and total affection.

I can’t deny it; he loves me even when I go contrary.