Poetry of SlyM
Pamela's Birthday Patience
Pamela Münch, my dear sweet love, I send my heart to you.
The earth below and stars above know that our bond is true.
The thing which leaves us separated is the nasty sea.
I hope this poem I've created helps you wait for me.
Not everything which we adore comes quickly and with ease.
These verses will explain it more. I call them "Patience Please."
We have prepared the Martinsgans and tied it's legs with silk.
From spotted goats and whites, and tans, we have a tub of milk.
From all the grapes in Tuscany, the juice runs dark and clear.
And you've returned to Germany. Because of your career.
The goose goes in the oven whole to roast for many hours.
The months must pass for tastes chevrol to reach their proper powers.
For Tuscan Reds, the age should be a decade, -for a start!
But it feels like eternity, each week we are apart.
One has to wait while gooses cook; releasing juicy steam.
The cheese requires time to look and taste of perfect cream.
It's years for wines of quality to reach a perfect state.
our perfect love as well, you see, must sometimes also wait.
Oh patience, Patience, Meli dear. Our time is coming soon.
When every night we'll sleep so near beneath the blessing moon.
You miss me love? of course you do. But I shall come again.
And kiss your eyes, like skies, so blue after the pouring rain.
I'll whisper in your lovely ear how much I've missed your charms.
But now, you can prepare my dear. -for life within my arms.
17.06.07
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