Many do wonder, why such as this sight, could make you sorry, when touched by her light.
The reason I say, is swept in a distance, pushing it backs, a way of reasistance.
Standing room only, just as a friend, taking peaces of your love, to blow in the wind.
Well you know love won, many a dude over, those strong or week, meek or bolder.
You being the keeper, of the love I send, locking it behind, the signs of a friend.
By Donald L Holmes
