Form: Decuain
A little bit of give then take a bit
And give her permission to break your heart
The story of love; there’s no changing it
Let the tears cry as she tears you apart
Then hold her close kissing pain is your art
Say sorry for the things you haven’t done
And say ‘I love you’ to your sweetheart
Laugh at her jokes, share that meal meant for one
Be the man she needs under moon and sun
For the glory of love has to be won
©JGFarmer2020
A Garret Poet 