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| Adrian Henri (1938-2000) |
Love is feeling cold in the back of vans
Love is a fan club with only two fans
Love is walking holding paint-stained hands
Love is.
Love is fish and chips on winter nights
Love is blankets full of strange delights
Love is when you don't put out the light
Love is
Love is the presents in Christmas shops
Love is when you're feeling Top of the Pops
Love is what happens when the music stops
Love is
Love is white panties lying all forlorn
Love is pink nightdresses still slightly warm
Love is when you have to leave at dawn
Love is
Love is you and love is me
Love is a prison and love is free
Love's what's there when you are away from me
Love is...
by Adrian Henri
It is indeed. That said I'd kill him (hubs) if I found strange underwear and nighties lying around that weren't mine.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Love is putting hubby's Y-fronts on a radiator in wintertime
DeleteLove is struggling to make a "Love Is" poem rhyme
Love is not being hypercritical
Love is rarely psychoanalytical
Love is...
Love this - it made me smile. I remember Y-front days...bright orange and purple nylon ones...
DeleteAnna :o]
Mine were always white cotton with a small brown stripe.
DeleteVery much so. Thanks for this - I hadn't come across it before.
ReplyDeleteP. S. I like your verse, too!
ReplyDeleteLove is stubborn like a donkey
DeleteLove is giving your lover a door key
Love is a type of procrastination
Love is obsessive fascination
Love is...
LOL ... is there anything you can't rhyme? :)
Deleteorange
DeleteBlankets full of strange delights might be the odd crisp or wine gum in this house, that's as good as it gets these days. lol
ReplyDeleteBriony
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Love is knitting a bobble hat in bed
DeleteLove is plonking it on your husband's head
Love is a walk along Brighton beach
Love is something you just can't teach
Love is...
Just read that out to Tom, lovely and apt.
DeleteI love this poem too although find it a bit poignant at present.
ReplyDeleteLove is the feelings left behind
DeleteLove is of the heart and not the mind
Love is not to be weighed or measured
Love is a keepsake to be treasured
Love was...
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ReplyDeleteLove is a response to a comment in verse... =:)
ReplyDeleteAlphie
Love is a response to a comment in verse
DeleteLove is the flowers you see in a hearse
Love is meant for every age group
Love is a bowl of alphabet soup
Love is...