Uncertain absolution

My beloved speaks a language; one of grandeur.

He works a room with magic; that’s absolutely splendour.

Silly names and songs and games; all of which I simply adore.

Never a bore or one I’d abhor; hardly a chore but boy, does he snore!

There you have it, a little short story; about the boy who’ll always make me soar (sore 😜).