Poem: Mr Gruff

Mr Mystery, do your woes

Call you – still – to test love so,

Or has a nervous worry

made you spiky, porcupine?

Worry not, most dearest heart,

For love remains in tact and true,

And the day is not a bother

When that day is full of you

Oh Mr Gruff, if not today

That I can smile and say your name

Then the day is still to come

And love will wait with open arms.

But whilst those arms are weary

From the troubles I have too,

Please, Gruff, tease me gently

And remember

I love you.