Her Only Bad Habit Is Me Poem by David Harris
Her Only Bad Habit Is Me
We walk hand in hand
through our world today.
We will walk that way forever,
if bad habits don’t get in the way.
Now she has only one bad habit,
and that habit is me.
If I do something wrong,
she does not see my failing there.
She would rather go on loving,
the man she chose to care.
Now my bad habit shine like a beckon,
but she does not really care.
So though we wander with love,
through to the sunset somewhere.
I think of how lucky I am,
with everything I see.
So glad she has only one bad habit,
and that habit is me.
14 June 2007
i would simply like to say that if you are her only bad habit than you've got it wrong, and she has none. for what could be so very wrong about one whose words are always strong? ? ? and lest one forget so filled with love.... ~~~~~~~~~love, marci.xo
Love is not so much blind But sees the goodness behind Our wives do so much display The wonder of true love at play. Very nicely expressed David
It`s addictive love, the things you do in the name of love...10
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As long as ou make a habit of writing such lovely writes then that is two habits she will have to put up with. Strength to you Vera! ! ! Nice write David. love and hugs to you both. Ernestine XXX