People find it rather strange I come all by myself to Spain But I quite like the solitude The quiet time without my dude! It’s not that there is something wrong, No, not at all, our love is strong. I’ve always taken time away, Little “by myself” holidays. I find it nice to be alone, To play my music, sing country songs. I’ll do crochet, read lots of books, Work on my novel, won’t bother cook! The beach is near, I’ll go and walk Along the shore with my own thoughts. And if it’s nice and if I’m brave I might go in jump over waves. I have friends here, I see them too, We meet for coffee, Cava too! And so you see, I’m quite happy, In Spain alone, never lonely.
Love this poem!
thank you!!! I just had cereal for dinner and it was perfect!