My Everything

This is for you,
Who I have known for years,
You're the one I love,
The one who I need.

You went away,
To my despair,
Far away,
I'd wish you were here.

But now you are back,
To my hearts content,
But you notice me not,
To you I am but a friend.

One day you'll mine,
And we will be happy,
And we shall dance,
While the music is playing.

I am not skilled,
In any craft or trade,
But if I was,
You would be my subject.

For if I was a painter, I'd paint your picture,
If I was a sculptor, I 'd sculpt your figure,
If I was a writer, I'd write your story,
If I was a musician, I'd play your song...

But if I was a perfectionist,
I wouldn't change a thing,
Because you are the one,
My everything.

My First Celtic Game

It was a sight to behold that faithful day,
Despite the fact the sky was a drizzly grey,
60,000 Celtic fans packed into Parkhead,
They made so much noise they could've woke the dead.

I was one of those Celtic fans that day,
Lucky enough to see Cetic win by a long way,
The result was put beyond doubt,
When Larsson scored a hat-trick with his tongue hanging out.

Sutton scored, as did Petrov,
It ended 5-1, Dundee Utd were dreadful,
I went home with a smile on my face,
But I was also sad to be leaving that wonderful place.

Now I really miss Parkhead,
With it's fans that would pump green if they bled,
I try to watch as many games as I can,
But it's never the same as being there as a diehard fan!

(first poem I ever wrote, written sometime in late 2006 - looks like a ten year old wrote it, though)