My Fiance Tassie

My Fiance Tassie short poem

Photo by catlovers

Her smile takes my breath away,
She’s perfect in every way,
Her lips are soft and cold
Seeing her everyday puts me in that romantic mood.
Her love is kind and full of surprise
Like waking up on Christmas morning with that big smile.
She’s my Tassie, she’s my treasure that I cherish,
Not one day I can’t be away from my Tinkie winkie
‘Cause ever day I love her and she always gonna always be with me,
Distances got us where we are ,
But it is not how things are supposed to be.
My love her last name is Baksh
And she’s everything I could ever asked
She completes me like two hearts become one
With you know That perfect bond.
I love you tass to infinity and beyond

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 2.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

1 Comment on "My Fiance Tassie"

Notify of
Sort by:   newest | oldest

A mellow, sweet and romantic poem, well executed.


My Only Friend

My Only Friend short poem

Am I Alive, or am I dead? Is this all just a dream inside my head? I feel like I’m losing my grip. Quick say something, anything before I slip. Nightmares slowly creeping. Has he finally come to do the

From My Journals ‘love’

From My Journals love short poem

The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half

My Friend Crystal

My Friend Crystal long poem

I am the women that hasn’t been able to lose all her baby weight. I am the dad that works two jobs and always gets home late. I am the high school cheerleader trying to be someone shes not. I

From My Journals ‘anxiety’

From My Journals anxiety prose poem

The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain

From My Journals ‘cinnamon’

From My Journals cinnamon prose poem

He saw things in a way that others did not, he was the only one that saw my dreams differently, I became beautiful with the light of his smiling eyes. There my soul drifted render in angle to give the