Dear…I am lost for words
As I thought they were Lords.
Alas! They treat me like an inexpensive cup
That breaks even with much luck.
Dear…how dare you act like an expert,
In relationships when you never gave a heart?
You are a gynecologist who has never seen
Man’s ‘sell it all’ treasure always unforeseen.
Dear…Is it I that is your luxury car
You drive when you’re not going far?
The pressure valve you but release
When the temperatures are unease?
Dear…you never hurt me
But you never kiss me.
You repair the stove, I wanna tell my story.
I’ve no underwear, you wanna buy a lorry.
Dear…just a hand-to-hand walk
Thunders lightening talk.
Yet but a kiss will tenderise my muscles,
An embrace will lighten my hassles.
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