I would like to deadicate this poem to two people.
For the comment: "what if he’s one of the good ones?"
For being who he is and for making me feel how I do.
I thank you both.
Tatton Park, by Antony Simpson (August 2008)
‘Tatton Park that day,
The birds danced in celebration of love.
I didn’t think you could make me feel this way.
Explosions inside of me on our first kiss,
My fear being that this, I could miss.
Time always feels so short,
Before I know I am without you.
Being with you longer is my only thought.
Your heart echoing this feeling too.
The horny mornings and the sofest touch.
They are addictive, like a drug.
What happens if you become my crutch?
I would need your tight, strenghing hug.
Am I wrong to have so many dreams about us?
It’s still so early.
But they make me happy, it’s such an incredable buzz.
We would be caring, treating each other fairly.
In you I would put all my trust,
We are so lucky to have met.
Feeling love in life is a must,
We paired are a perfect set.
So now I look forward to more pleasure.
More days like in Tatton park.
Feelings so strong that they are difficult to measure.
The days forever, never going dark.’