attempt at rhyming
Bear, oh bear…how you sit there
you linger on my bed
but a tear you never shed.
You are stuffed and fluffed
and full of love and care.
But what’s that in your hair?
A smell that remains, it stays
It’s the scent of my love…
of course not that of a glove.
Its musky, yet light.
It makes my heart take flight,
whenever I smell it I don’t feel fright.
I would search till I could search no more.
For even a glimpse of my love, would make my heart soar.
<3
ladeedee
3 cheers for shitty poetry that was written in 5 min!
