She Does

shhh - in this sylence i do listen to the words thou hast written of the nyghte there was spoken true heartes' devotion an 'dayes that followed brought laughter now sorrowe an' in the darkness after beats a hearte that is hollowed what one mustte bare when the hearte be torn be there a one that cares ? 'twas all for naught ? 'tis all love forlorn ? shh - in this sylence i do listen to the words thou hast written of true loves disaster an' the mourning after i send this note that alle may read an' it matters not if none pay heede as long as She Does . Pic Poem http://oi60.tinypic.com/rti2aw.jpg . .

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

For You?