If...
Cupids...

A subtle scent of lemony zest,
evokes a spicy titillation...

Our wonderful world languishes
within an open wound...

I whispered to the wind Of my
hollowed misery...

born from serenity
a melody...

Not teaching my kids
to mimic but nice to hear...

I thought I had cracked it.
however...

often, a place I would be seen
was at the bus-mans club canteen...

Only my children
Bring such love on fathers day...

..break me down with the slightest touch,
and leave me leant upon a crutch...