Tree Of Love...

With the off beat tunes of my heart I tried to sing. But the strings which held the notes of love were a bit crooked so the flow of care was just a trickle, preventing any true gush of emotion. So these bent lines of love I sang, to the croaking lyrics of my wounded heart. “O' the meadow of love, spring me a field of love in the Eden of his heart. Oh, the winter of sorrow, may you never follow his rainbow. His love may never sprout forth for me, but may my love remain for him eternally, like a plant growing healthily in a well cared for green house, and may the blooms of that plant perfume the air with it’s sweetness.”

J ! N N !

22 September 2006, 09:08AM