Thursday, December 9, 2010

MY FIFTY PERCENT LOVE..

Red rose in my hand,
my knees in the sand,
bowing before her,
the angel of the land..

Praying for the rain,
in the pond of my love,
Hope to swim around in there
like her only dove..

She takes the rose,
and turns around,
throws it there,
in the dirty ground..

The rain stopped,
there was only the dove,
And that's the story of
MY FIFTY PERCENT LOVE