Under the shadow
Of your orange-grove,
Me and you grew,
Our love too, to prove
We are one;
A **** body
A mild mind;
Among those
Thorns and flowers
Hills and Valleys,
Rivers and oceans
Streets and deserts;
We sow the good seeds
We show the ideal deeds
Of making true love;
With its remaining debris,
Though, I am no more;
Yesterday night
Between your *******,
I placed my gravestone !
*

By
Williamsji Maveli
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com

13.02.13
Copyri­ght © 2013 Williamsji