Friday, May 12, 2006
well since no time to post anything and my page is getting a lil boring
Love, a delicate rose
Cared and nurtured
By the wistful gardener
With sunlit days and watered grounds
Attention it gets from passerbys
Admired and looked upon
By overshadowed weeds and trees
Who once had such a glory
As they witness slowly
How it withers and dies
To the dismay of admirers
They wept and mourn for it’s lose
Not realizing what lost was just beauty
As it roots and substance stays
Feeding the leaves of trees
Nurturing the sons of weeds
As you see…
Love never dies
It lives from our father’s father
Reaching beyond our ancestor’s grip
The color of life it winds…
The hard grounds it fed
With the sorrow tears of rain
And thus the tale of lives unfold
Signifying the power of love
And the many forms it appears….
How it blind us fools of love...
its just me.
10:11 PM
