A Man Called Peter
My love belongs to a man called Peter,
He is my heart’s beloved heater.
When I thought romance had lost my name
He led me back into the game.
What, say you, Love, is this for real?
Is this the big authentic deal?
Or are we just a’killin’ time,
A little fun, a mis-matched rhyme?
Will I some day wake to find him gone?
And see his ring on our front lawn?
It matters little, I’m his today,
And he is mine; What can I say?
On the scale of the impassion meter,
I’ve joined my heart to a man called Peter.
This poem was written on 24 January 2019 by Joy Johnson-Pearson. Document: JOY 01
