Daniel is a Consultant in Christchurch, he changed up the life pace and picked up golf. He has increasingly severe poetic tendencies.
The demise of our culture will result from the demise of its men if something isn’t changed…
you held the storm
i want all of you
I hope one day my love,
Won’t drain your energy away.
Or at least I can top it up with a hug,
And you’ll be glad that I want to stay.
She’s beautiful my sweet girl,
Full of love and of cheek.
Her laugh shines like a pearl,
I no longer have a love to seek.
I’m a lucky man am I,