My Love

The Ones that Make You Sigh
The Ones that Make You Cry
The Ones that Make You shudder
The Ones that Make You a Better Person

The Pink Ones
The Crimson Ones
The Black beauty
And the Blue Ladies

You wonder aloud
You Hug them Tight
You carry them to the Loo
And to the Cloak Room

They are your best friends
And your worst enemies
Randomly you take them to bed
They are the companion of your broken beaten heart