Buttercup
I suppose it's time for me to explain,
Just how I decided on your nickname.
You were neither the sunshine or the rain.
And the word "babe" seemed overused and lame.
Your hair is yellow like Hosanna Hill butter,
And I could hold you with two hands, just like a cup.
Your eyes so beautiful they make my heart flutter,
To the point where it literally holds me up.
My feelings for you, I wish to remain,
So call me "darling", it is my nickname.
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Words of Time: A Collection of Poems Throughout The Years
PoetryA collection of poems from my early years, up to the present. Many are about love, but also family, friends, life in general, as well as the struggles many of us face as we discover ourselves. #Wattys2016 #Wattys2019 *Note: Stories with an asterisk...
