A twinkle in his eye
A drink he plies
To the angel he sees
He sparkles bright
At her beautiful sight
That he cannot quite believe
This fairytale princess
In her beautiful dress
Across in the opposite seat
Oh how his heart does flutter
And his words do stutter
But a drink his lips do meet
So by now he twinkles away
This amazing day
This girl, this woman he does treat
For he knows for sure
That he wants more
For that’s why his heart skips a beat
Oh he’s a-flutter
His heart no longer in the gutter
With her it’s truly free
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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