Dragontis Jim FE 420chick's blog: "My poetry"

MY LOVE IS LIKE THE AIR

I HAVE HEARD LOVE CALLED A RED RED ROSE THAT BLOOMS IN THE SPRING

BUT A ROSE WILL WILT, AND DIE IN TIME

I HAVE HEARD LOVE COMPARED TO THE DEEPEST OCEAN

YET THE OCEAN HAS A BOTTOM, AND WATER EVAPORATES

SOME HAVE SAID LOVE IS LIKE PRECIOUS GEMS BUT GEMS TARNISH, OR CRACK

MY LOVE IS LIKE THE VERY AIR

IT WILL ALWAYS BE THERE

WHETHER POLLUTED BY STRIFE, OR CIRCUMSTANCE

WHETHER TAKEN FOR GRANTED AT TIMES

OR BEING LIVED IN

LIKE THE AIR MY LOVE IS FOREVER

IT HAS NO BEGINNING

IT HAS NO END

IT JUST IS

NOW, AND FOREVER

FAITHFUL

JP owell