The Sky that Falls by Deniz Besim - HTML preview

The Attractive Postman

The postman comes over to post the mail,

But of this postman I am rather shy,

He posts the mail, out the window I pry,

Sometimes he sees me and to him I hail.

I'm attracted to him; that's off the rail,

Invite him around for dinner, I try,

He's too professional, me he'd defy,

Invite him for dinner? I would still fail.

He came around once, but he was in grief,

I realised of me he was now in need,

Made him a plate of potatoes and beef,

Since then, he appreciated my deed,

Gave me a bunch of flowers with weird leaf,

I loved them so much and planted their seed.