Love…devotion…adoration…. the same things? “Oh, let me be your ladybug. 24 hours a day I’ll give you love.” Now, that’s romantic. Happy Valentine’s Day to you.
Cherish me, a ladybug,
a good luck girl,
landing on your biking leg
feet from the greenest riverbed.
Perched in the crack of
Grandpa’s shed.
The biggest surprise
on a slithering spring day.
Eating my way
through garden pests.
My hard shell
gives the predators hell.
Lift my origami wings,
convertible mobility,
a treasure to an eight-year-old,
redhead, moving within sunlight.
Down from hot tin,
a spiraling stripe descends,
Copperhead, barely out of range.
Girl’s touch, a lucky exchange.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
I do like ladybird (as we call them in the UK) they pop up all over the place just being them.
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ladybirds, eh? Well, here’s to hoping a few extra land on you this spring. Cheers, Simon.
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beetle
feel age old thrill
scarub
rub a dub dub
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I like these
a pen dages.
Thank you.
Happy V day.
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Delightful charming piece, K! 🐞 Really enjoyed these playful verses ❤
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Thanks, Tom. Much appreciated.💜
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Very well written.
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Thank you. One of those indelible memories.
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You are very welcome!
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