Unammed Poem. Author: Ordos 45. [email protected] The warmth is so great. To find comfort in him. One who may become my mate. For the sorrow at being apart. Goes through the my heart. Like a poisoned dart. The pain and anguish. Rain with sadness. In my heart. Yet I do know. That he will always be there for me. Even if I hide amongst the tree. One day it will happen. That I know. One day, maybe in the snow. We will confess our deepest love. And get engaged, ring on a dove. Then we will be married at last. And we shall forget the past. We will have fights and quarrels. But they shall not last. Love is perfect. Love is true. The only one I wish to be with is you. |