A Lonely Yorkshireman

The contradicting ramblings of a sodding old fool

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I love you more than hamburgers
I love you more than cake
More than any holiday
I could ever take.

I love you more than chocolate
I love you more than wine
More than taking photographs
or fishing rivers fine.

I sometimes am a silly man
I make you laugh in bed
I’m stubborn, old, disorganised
Bit nutty in the head

I think of you my lovely lass,
my beautiful desire
You are my smile, my laugh, my love
It’s you, it’s you, you’re hired!

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November 8, 2012 at 10:02 AM

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A diamond in the rough

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You gorgeous lass, you special girl,
you make my day complete.
When light through yonder window breaks
I wake with happy feet.

Then walk the road & wonder when
each day will happily begin
with you wrapped tightly in my arms,
all warm & fuzzy deep within.

I’ll give you wine & chocolat.
You’ll cook and clean & make me na.
I’ll give you every heart’s desire.
You’ll cuddle me front open fire.

Our girls will run & play for hours
while ma & da procrastinate.
They’ll head to bed for story time.
We’ll chill with flim and lovely wine.

Please come to me and liberate
me from this dreary afterlife.
Take me to ASDA pooper isle
and ask me if I’ll be your wife.

I’ll say yes. 🙂

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May 3, 2012 at 12:05 AM

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Uncertain

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In the midst of my despair,
when darkest dawn arose
a hand so small and fair,
a girl with Irish hair,
sweet angel of the west, said:
‘Lets go buy some clothes.’

I felt it in my heart,
a feeling I’d forgot,
from dark & desperate place
came a smile upon my face.

She loves me true, she loves me not.
How would I know, when I’m forgot.

Her eyes go here, her eyes go there,
as long as hands go nowhere else
I’ll be a happy man my dear.

Now don’t you fear
I’m not so bad.
You’ll see when finally
that Simon lad comes back to you
and let’s you know
if Yorkshire is
where you will go.

For now let time play fickle hand.
I’ll wait here in this rainy land
for you and me and what will be.

Hopefully… eternity.

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April 18, 2012 at 8:32 AM

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Yeah baby!

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You and me in bed yeah baby!
Nothing could be more divine.
You and me in bed oh baby,
knowing you are truly mine.

Come and take my hand sweet darling.
Come and walk with me a while.
Life can be quite hard for lovers.
I will carry you a mile.

Come sit next to me now Mrs,
right here on our fav’rite chair.
Let’s page through our albums hunny,
laugh at what we wore last year.

Take me in your arms my lover,
nowhere else would I now be.
Lying in your arms my angel,
feeling all your love for me.

Get down on one knee now lady,
show me how you do want me.
Offer me a ring oh baby!
It’s… a Haribo… I… see. :-/

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January 13, 2012 at 8:49 AM

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257 days

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It hasn’t been forever and it hasn’t been a year
Just 257 days that I’ve loved you, my dear

We haven’t had an argument, we haven’t concurred Rome
We’ve talked about our wedding & kids & our fabulous home

We’ve not done many things together, not really had a chance
We’ll get to all that stuff in time: New York, Vienna, France

I hope we get to do those things, see the world with you
What would I do if you were gone? I really have no clue

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November 22, 2011 at 3:25 PM

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Let go

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Love… you sharp and wondrous blade.

You pick me up and carry me
on joyful clouds up high.
You pull me down, you bury me
you’re making my heart cry.

A roller coaster ride is love,
a strange and crazy mess.
Every minute spent with you
is one more minute blessed.

Love is my heaven and also my hell.
It’s driving me crazy
I’m sure you can tell.

I need to let go dear,
your love drives me mad.
It’s mostly a good thing,
I won’t be so sad.

Let go of my worries
and trust you will stay.
Let go of my jealousy
that pushes you away.
Let go of the anger
when you love other men.
Let go… just let go…
let go of your wings.

I hope you will stay dear,
only hope can it be.
I hope you propose dear,
you’re not sick of me.
I need to let go dear,
of the romantic in me.
For he is the one dear,
the root of jealousy.

God only knows,
how hard it will be.
I need to let go,
so you can love me.

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September 29, 2011 at 11:01 AM

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The point of it all

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The world is not what it seems.
I think we’re being misled.

From the time we can walk and talk
we’re taught about right and wrong.
Some of us work, others will not,
is it all just in your head?

Life is not what it seems.
I think I’m being misled.

Every day might seem the same…
We get out of bed, catch the train,
work as we should and return,
till the day that we’re dead.

I don’t think that’s the point.
The point of it all I mean.

There has to be something more.
Gravity, relativity,
speed of light, dark matter,
endless space, the golden mean…
I can feel it in my core.

What is the point of it all?
We’re born, live, then end?

Is it love?
Are we here to love?

Can the power of love overcome
all the laws and the rules
set by Newton and Einstein
and other great men?

Can we change the future,
the fabric of space and time,
to love, when not doing so
would cause us to end?

Is love the reason I’m here?
Is it why I exist?
Or am I being misled?

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September 10, 2011 at 9:22 PM