Grumpy
Grumpy is what people used to perceive me to be,
Then you came to get to know behind the real me.
You started asking things about me for you to see,
Interested to know everything and did become we.
Grumpy you are too I have figured as we go along,
But as I get to know you Honey, I was kind of wrong.
You are the sweetest of all the men who are strong,
And with the might of your arms is where I do belong.
Grumpy you gave me for my birthday I won't forget,
It was such a surprise which was very much heartfelt.
And now as I look at him and thinking that you left,
Tears would start falling but then again I never regret.
Copyright © Mary Wyndee Macaraeg | Year Posted 2007
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