Oh dear,
Who never was near
My love was not as mere,
As you thought then my dear.
A fool was I,
Who often did cry,
For that pretty fly,
Which was never 'my".
Now oh dear,
When I sit here,
I just revere,
That past with a heart heavier.
Thank you I should,
For showing me what you could,
As to what really would,
Lie under that love's hood.
2 comments:
Nice posts.. Why don't you try some new template on this page and make it more readable? I have another suggestion too, try wordpress. I found a better blogging environment there.
gud luck
hi jubs, nice to see ur thoughts hre. if u consider ur blog being indexed higher in searches nd al it may b better sticking to a subject than many.. gdluck
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