Ah the days of our youth when sex was a must, day after day ,,never believing there may come a time when other things were more important, but still being able to take the releases and love in a whole new dimension.
Men.
Puzzling creatures, that never make any sense. Heartbreakers, saints, devils in handsome disguises. If one pays me even a little attention, I fall in love.
Written because I needed a Christmas gift for her, she lives in a nursing home so I thought a framed poem would give her some cheer. I love my Granmother and miss her terribly when I don't get to see her. In the last two years I have only gotten to see her once.
