January 4, 2012

My dearest,

Water runs deep
You tell me you cannot sleep
It must be the barley drink
That I boiled today
We drank too much before bed
Now we keep getting up
From our sleepless state
To the loo, to urinate
Back to the bed we sink
Your arms across mine they lay
Till yet again we get up
From our restless state
To the loo, to urinate
Water runs deep
When too much barley we sip
That damn barley drink
That I boiled today
I apologise, I say
Should have made
Chrysanthemum instead
You chuckle, you say
It’s okay, it’s alright
At least you get up
With me every time.

Yours, ever and always.