A heart full
of adoration,
She uninhibitedly gives,
There’s no charge.
A listening ear,
while she dries,
the greater part of your tears,
no charge.
Your cuts, and scratches,
she fixes up,
no charge.
She cooks, and cleans,
without complaint,
no charge.
She’s an extraordinary woman,
like no other,
what’s more, to be,
your lover,
there’s no charge.
Nice poem, Henrietta. 🙂 Thanks for joining in! 🙂
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