Guernsey Poets

I'm 66, but still confused exactly who, or what I am sometimes I'm brave, as any lion but often I'm gentle, as a lamb. I li...

That first Christmas, . . . God, she looked gorgeous fleece-lined boots right up to her thighs snuggly coat, so warm, but so short pouty ...

It's hard to write this, and hurts more to read I can't stop the tears, my heart's gonna bleed such a precious time, with my o...

I've gone all unnecessary, get a grip, . . . there SHE is My heart's gone all funny, and I've got the cramps the most beautifu...

Three girls before her, or twenty-three? not important, she just didn't care it was only how I treated her suddenly this romance seem...

Shedding characteristic modesty, there's clever things in my head unfortunately, there's also this sort of humming it varies, inst...