If i could a flower find,
One that withers not,
With age or slime,
Of love begotten,
And faith sublime:
Happy i would be.
But flowers wither,
of age and slime
for love i gather,
Is not all bliss;
and faith is they say,
Is blink and you miss.
Off heaven ws white made,
In heaven it stays,
And all mortals who faith search,
In graves it lays.
One that withers not,
With age or slime,
Of love begotten,
And faith sublime:
Happy i would be.
But flowers wither,
of age and slime
for love i gather,
Is not all bliss;
and faith is they say,
Is blink and you miss.
Off heaven ws white made,
In heaven it stays,
And all mortals who faith search,
In graves it lays.
Time is a great healer,
ReplyDeleteHave faith in it,
It gives you a teaser,
If you keep your wit,
You are the winner,
Else thou art a nitwit.
Sorry for the forced rhymed bullshit.
Hey Dear,
ReplyDeleteU are a great friend anyone can have..
Who doesn't understand you...he/she is a looser...
So...sit still,relax...n wait...