When the truth is told Love has no ending That is why this little rhyme I'm sending Love is forever in one form or another If not from a wife, maybe your mother There is the love of a brother, which runs sometime deep It may not show until he's gone and then you will weep Or one's love of Nature all cuddly and green With baby critters galore making the scene But then there is the love of one's self to make you feel good I really don't believe there is an end to Love and nobody really should With Love in your life you can live with yourself So please never, never, put your love on the shelf © Zeke (ForestZeke@aol.com) January 2004 If you use my graphics, please add my button and a link to this website. http://www.geocities/writerswinter2004/ If you enjoyed this page, check these out: Mercer's Pond Momma's Soup AnneLise Mr. Valentine The Valentine Box And.......for many others, click the link for HOME. Home: Writers' Winter 2004 Index