I'll tell you what helps me; to look into his eyes,
those oceanic blues with heavenly ties.
I'll tell you what helps me; to see his smile,
for it I'd go a few thousand miles.
I'll tell you what helps me; those hard working hands,
they paved the way through unhappy lands.
I'll tell you what helps me; his lengthy stride,
which cost nations, far and wide.
I'll tell you what helps me; his jet-black hair,
that spikes up without him trying, adding it's own flair.
I'll tell you what helps me; his loving embrace,
which reminds of his caring ways.
I'll tell you what helps me; that thought-knit brow,
that made and makes him, the man he is now.
I'll tell you what helps me; his lovely voice,
it's depth that of oceans and his husky sighs.
I'll tell you what helps me; the way he says my name,
as though it is, his to claim.
I'll tell you what helps me; his selfless ways,
his soft-yielding heart to a helpless gaze.
And though loving him, hurts on most of the days,
it helps to know that maybe,
he feels the same craze…..
Poet's note- Okay I know that was crap….sorry I'm still an amateur and this is the first time I have thought of writing a Michael & Fiona poem…I had nothing to do this morning and this is the result of endless ramblings….Fi is not exactly the poetic type but i thought i'd do her the favor….If peps like it I'll come up with a Michael's POV poem too…