I wrote this poem for my partner, twenty years ago when we had our first weekend away together in YORK.
How long I have waited to enter your city
Unique, majestic and grand
Once totally surrounded in stone, your defense
Now exposed by the touch of my hand
Your boundarys clear
Your jewels kept in boxes
Safe from invasion and harm
Yet you smile at me sweetly
And surrender discreetly
As you willingly lay down your arms
As I pass through your gates
The arch to your history
I can sense the sweet smell of your past
Amongst your rosy delights which lay inside your walls
My hurried quest for your heart
Feel your River Ooze
It's banks, they swell
The Minster is rising within you
So perfectly placed
Through crinoline lace
It echoes the sounds of 'I love you'
My pace I increase as I storm through your streets
Your narrows are wet and inviting
Now your rivers have burst and your jewels you release
To the soul of this resolute viking
How long I have waited to enter your city
Your secrets I've wanted to learn
For we are not just a phase but a city of strength
To which someday, I would like to return.
We are still together