thing called love..
That I still exist as a fight for long
As I remain as a Head stone to this day.
As the never ending love i felt forever.
As in the Immortal words of Poe
" never more ''
A warning to tell others from afar
Though with the endless struggle
Her life had passes by as it ended
As she fearful with a soft teary gaze
Saw how empty everything of her existence had became
She noted she never gained any fame.
As her life has passes her by
Her reward of joy never had came
With the same feeling he never would know
As she embraced him to cmfort herself from the tears
He knew with her love and his they could manage
Throughout all mortal fears...
As i freeze with a cold sweat
Thinking of what to run for
I think for a certain moment with the fear
'' could this be love? ''
Why does your pain hurt you so?
As for my troubles to think of
Are so indescribable you shall never know.
I awoke to find a council
A council in which most all wept
As one by one few were picked
One a great man could be helped
As he could It was not an easy task
As a man gave a limb to help
Which came to no avail
As the silent night depleted
Along one poor man's sight
They all wept with thought
That his death would carry on
Carry on it did...in fright.
