Is It Not?
By Tramp Poet
Is It Not?Catching her at the sinkhands trapped in soapy water.Mine caress from behindlaughing, she can’t get away.Tis love, is it not?Busy with honey-do choresneeding help, I call her name.She answers by being therealways willing to lend a hand.Tis love, is it not?Writing away with flurryasking, “how do you spell?”She opens huge dictionarygives me just what I need.Tis love, is it not?Message from far away bringing abject sorrow.She holds and comfortsher voice soothing, warm.Tis love, is it not?Cold at night with shiversreaching out, sharing warm.Snuggled together as onecontent, happy she is there.Tis love, is it not?Tramp Poet 10/01 Written October 26th, 2001 © on Oct 26 2001 02:57 AM PST 10 • 0
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"Is It Not?Catching her at the sinkhands trapped in soapy water.Mine caress from behindlaughing, she can’t get away.Tis love, is it not?Busy with honey-do choresneeding help, I call her name.She answers by being therealways willing to lend a hand.Tis love, is it not?Writing away with flurryasking, “how do you spell?”She opens huge dictionarygives me just what I need.Tis love, is it not?Message from far away bringing abject sorrow.She holds and comfortsher voice soothing, warm.Tis love, is it not?Cold at night with shiversreaching out, sharing warm.Snuggled together as onecontent, happy she is there.Tis love, is it not?Tramp Poet 10/01..."