Sunday, 11 January 2015


It was a glorious glamour.
I stood still staring at her limour.
All I wish was her to be in my parlour.
She told me about her rancour.
With her man of honour.
I felt pain even in my debour.
All I want was take her off the painful labour.

I offer her my blissful gesture.
She gave me a smile of pleasure.
I felt like a winner without a meaure.
Her absence gave my heart her beauty treasure.
Without much measure her pleasure became my treasure.
Together we made plans for the future.
No more rancour but happy pleasure.

Henry J Williams

Author & Editor

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