I love his eyes
I love his thighs
I love his nose
I love his toes
I love his arms
I love his charms
I love his bum
I love his tum
I love his neck
I love his pecs
I love his ears
I love his rear
I love his face
I love his grace
I love his back
I love his pack
I love his feet
I love his seat
I love his hair
I love his stare
I love his hands
I love how he stands
I love his height
I love his weight
There's much to love
And nought to hate.
One day I'll put pictures with this. Or you could beat me to it Eliza - I wouldn't mind.
AAaaaawwwww, how sweet - and how perfectly true!
ReplyDeleteI love all that too about him, but I especially love his eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes.
ReplyDeleteNice poem. So true.
ReplyDeleteTo all the Vincent haters out there: you are WAY OUTNUMBERED!
all perfectly true..and so nicely put...I feel a challenge coming on :-)
ReplyDeleteAwesome poem Val!!! I take it "pack" is standing in for his package?
ReplyDeleteYeah, Jojo. It rhymed better than "trouser snake." LOL!!! Great job, Val!
ReplyDeleteor pants python.
ReplyDeleteval, as a christmas present to your fellow v-ladies, it is your duty to put pix to your poem, in your spare time, of course. :)
loved your poem, you left nothing out
PERFECT!!!!
ReplyDeleteBRAVOOO Val,so RIGTH ON THE SPOT!!!I just want to say that,I have a pretty note-book,wich is half writen in only this past month and half,with poems and thougths inspired,and about Vincent!!!!!
ReplyDeleteVincent-haters are a waste of space, and almost as sad as those pretending to be what they're not (and who think we don't know it - LOL!)
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