Over the years I've been on a journey
I just don't know where I'm destined to go...

When I tried to sit down, I couldn't stop.
Instead I fell as quickly as can be...

You know what I've been through
You know how I hurt...

I wish I could meet just one straight man
Who'd prove they're not just all the same...

You roamed the Land Of Those Whom I Knew Not
And into which I ventured unaware...

Sorry to you
For shouting at you...

Thank you, Grandma and Granddad,
For everything you do...

Thank you for the memories
Though I may forget in time...

I could write a poem based solely on your eyes:
How they flash with innocence, too young to yet be...

The small child reaches down, down, down,
And carefully he plucks a poppy, red and black...

What must Catherine of Aragon have thought when...
Her husband out of reach on his more masculine...

You took me by surprise.
I saw you on Facebook...