The Sweet Bliss of Heavens Abyss
When I’m amiss, it’s cuz' my grams I miss,
she’s in the sweet bliss, of Heavens abyss.
I try to promise, or never dismiss,
her sweet tender kiss, as I reminisce.
I’ll remember this, she’d whistle with hiss-
I shall never remiss, my grams Iris.
April 26, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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