Tu Es Tout Pour Moi

it is, what it is and it aint, what it aint and no kiddin ..

Tu Es Tout Pour Moi

Oh’ how I ache,

for all those

things you do gift

but are yet still,

to be remembered ..

And how I do

long for the scent

and the sense

of you near

and all around me ..

Yes and how

I do bleed into

sand, dust and dirt

and again,

upon rainbows ..

And all for the sake

of saving a pair

of honour and souls ..

But how you

do frown when I lay

down beside you

and exclaim that yes,

I do indeed love thee ..

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.”
Midsummers Night's Dream

[Neville]

Hardly Bardly and its only 18.52 on All Hallows Eve :)

[Ken Simm.]

Forsooth and all that jazz.

[John the Baptist]

After all those fond words, why would anyone frown? You ain't tellin' us somethin'.

[Neville]

............... a gentleman never does sir Baptist

[Chris Shaw]

Exquisitely penned poem of undying love and rejection. Touches every fibre.

Chris

[Neville]

if I just said I was grateful, then that would be a vast understatement Chris .. I am much more than that .. Neville