Smoking, Drinking & Drugs
Poem By Luke Easter
Good Morning to my Darling Flower!
I trust you slept and rested well.
Your bedtime in the early hour
is not advised, so let me tell
you all my thoughts in just one phrase...
I dreamed about you while you slept:
We were alone, deep in a maze,
where promises are always kept.
Of all the words that people use
to complicate their lives, no end,
we need but few and no excuse
to be a true and loving friend.
So here they are, and none mean more
we give them freely from within:
I love you now and evermore,
your heart was open - you let me in.