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 E. J Williams

Author & Editor

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