Lonely Hearts

A profile for an on-line dating website of a well-known politician, living or dead

Welsh by birth in verse romantic,

Rhyming, I write.

Ageing fast I grow more frantic,

Craving delight!

Let me be your life’s insurance

Offering the reassurance

Of a Welshman’s firm endurance

All through the night.

Champion of the poor but wealthy,

Clever and bright,

From crib to grave I’ll keep you healthy,

Freely, I plight.

Try me, and our love will flower,

Never fade or wilt or sour,

Grow in ardour every hour,

All through the night.

(Aneurin Bevan)