Story time! Listening time!
Who says, meekness is a thing of the past?
Who says humility doesn’t last?
Listen as I bring to you a man that makes it all rhyme.
For him; a lover of music,
Where Dancers of a thousand feets sits,
As I seek to behold which best fits.
That they may twirl to the tune of his music.
Words upon Words,
Thoughts sought to be my wards.
Jude, Words aren’t forthcoming,
As though you locked them up, refusing to say ‘come in’.
Today, I thee pray,
That your path be safe; away as danger’s prey.
That thy poetic prowess may only be increased,
Thy labour and works with success greased.
For indeed, is a man of humility,
Whose temper never rises above the cool humidity.
His smiles, like a daily dose always longed for,
He laughs as though worries he has not as many as four.
Selfless, charmingly cute.
An emblem of love,
Integrity embedded, for he is a poetic move.
*Dedicated To My Priceless Friend (HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART)*
*© Teelite Pen*
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