Love Poem: Gnomes

Gnomes

I love the gnomes
I m drawn to them
One time I had twelve
I  named all of them
I named him Chris
He holds a gift for me
Another one I named 
Charlie
I have a tumbler
With gnomes and hearts
shapes
When waiting in a line 
It called out to me
So I bought it
I take my tumbler 
everywhere I go