Event #14 - PDA to my dear Gareth

So my fiance lovingly proposed, and then disappeared off to visit his family in JHB, travel Europe, party his unmarried ass off at a wedding (one last time before his own, possibly) and visit more family in England, while I am here fighting off questions like:When are you getting married, what are you wearing, what's your colour scheme? FYI I don't know.

Holy moly. He dodged a bullet that one! But, I do love him, so here's to a massive PDA to him!

This poem is rated. Must be over 18 to read. Sorry.

Dear Gareth Watson,
so fair are you:
you excel all requirements
in all that you do!

Dear Gareth Watson,
none can compare!
It's a rude statement that [to the rest of the population], though
to tell the truth is only fair.

Dear Gareth Watson,
my fiance,
Oh how I am looking forward to
our great day!


Dear Gareth Watson,
so bearded! Its true
that I may not recognise your face
when your return is due.

Dear Gareth Watson,
although that may be the case
I know you'll remind me
with your loving embrace.

Dear Gareth Watson,
with that said,
I love you even on the interwebs,
how much more in ...! (I just can't seem to think of the right word here)

Dear Gareth Watson,
that may have been offsides.
Therefore I shall stop rhyming now,
and work on masters revisions.

With that said (the poetry is now over) I have much studious work to do by Wednesday night, so I will be MIA and working hard on that. Crunchie orders are still open, Kimchi is still available and Crocheted goods are still available!