Janice's Poetry






That's it's name
The way you felt
A mistake you called it
Before putting it on your shelf

You say my heart's eye's saw misery
Were you looking hard enough
Did you really see

Or was it that to you
Love is an illness
An infectious flu

That plague's your life
Killing off your precious spare time
Making you into something
Not even you can define

Still running scared
Away from love
A putrid illness
Your not deserving of

Will you ever come to the day
When you can honestly say
I saw in her heart's eye's
It was love I saw
A love that never dies.......


Written by: Janice














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