My Pleasure

My Pleasure short poem

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I’m one lucky guy to have you in my life
it had to be in the cards, written in the stars
and I don’t care what anybody says about
love at first sight, I know it was love at
first sight, you are the best thing that has
ever happened to me and now I only live
to make you happy, to make you happy
‘Cuz there’s nothing, nothing I wouldn’t do
for you, pleasing you pleases me too, just
to see you flash that beautiful smile, makes
my life worthwhile, just to see you on top
of the world gives me new meaning for being
and when you kiss me, well it’s all over, my
friend, my lover, pleasing you is my pleasure
Well and my love I ain’t asking for nothing
in return but your sweet, sweet love, that’s
good enough for me, no honey you don’t have
to climb any mountain or swim any deep blue
sea, I know you love me, I know you love me…
Can’t you see I’m the lucky one, my friend
my lover and pleasing you is my pleasure,

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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