Mama Christine,
You are a thief,
You stole my heart with your looks,
The way you dress from hair to her shoes,
You make my emotions shoot.
Mama Christine,
Forgive me,
I undressed you in my mind,
I hope you won't mind,
I want to take you out
You deserve a nice treat,
Down by the riverside,
Where my bank is.
Mama Christine,
I have spoken out of line,
Right from the start,
I know your daughter is still young,
Probably she is just a child,
Truth is,
I love her mum,
With all my heart,
And I want to be her dad.
Mama Christine,
Don't dwell on the past,
If her dad broke your heart,
Then take mine,
It has some patches but works just fine.
Mama Christine,
Take my hand,
Let me guide you to your new house,
Where Christine will have my blessing,
She is my girl,
Yes I love you with your child.
© Cliff 2015
Outstanding piece of poetry with a sublime and promising approach towards Mama Christine. That's amazing. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mama Christine should read this it's amazing