I ain’t ne’r said


I ain’t ne’r said he was perfect
cause he ain’t, he ain’t a saint.
But, he is enough of somethin,
somethin that fills me right on up
to the top, the top, the tippity top
of somethin that needed fillin.

I ain’t ne’r said he was perfect
cause he frets, he frets,
he hedges all his bets,
wondering cynically
about all that he ain’t doin.
Oh hell but he is a challenge.
Cause, his mirror is crack’d
but still holds so much reflection.

I ain’t ne’r said he was perfect
cause he blusters, and he flusters.
Creates wrinkles out of wat’r.
But, oh his heart is fine
and it is all mine, all mine,
thank you God, he’s mine.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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