Poem For A Friday Afternoon

I read the poem below a while ago, wrote down the lines on a snippet of paper and promptly forgot about it. Today, while cleaning my office, I found it again. So here it is. I can't loose it once its published in the blog, now can I?



Are You Tired Of Me, My Darling?

Are you tired of me my darling
Did you mean those words you said
When you spoke in fond affection
On the day that we were wed

Tell me could you live life over
Would you make it otherwise
Are you tired of me my darling
Answer only with your eyes

Did you ever rue the springtime
When we first each other met
And you told me that you'd love me
Words my heart can n'er forget

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