I Love

Poem By Sallie Howson

I love
Lindt hot chocolate on a winter’s day,
Fresh fruit salad in the month of May,
Summer strolls with the smell of hay,
I love.

I love
Evenings out at London shows,
A roaring fire when the north wind blows,
Stripy socks with individual toes,
I love.


I love opera
And I love pop.
I love dancing
Till I’m fit to drop,
I love.

I love
Sunday lunch with loved ones dear,
Italian wine and German beer,
Your sms when you’re not here,
I love.

I love coffee
And you love tea,
I count the days
You’re away from me,
I love
You.

Comments about I Love

I love Evenings out at London shows, A roaring fire when the north wind blows, Stripy socks with individual toes, I love.=====================I love your poetry! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
a poetry showing the enthusiasm a youth.. so very well depicted in the stanzas and the way you have formatted the poem is wonderful.... madam i was really delighted to read this and added to my favorite poems list... 100+++ certainly regards prashant
I count the days You’re away from me, Rachel Ann Butler
That's a lot's of things you love, incredible.
Hot chocolate and cool vanilla! That's delicious!


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