Oct 2014
I think as I feel
I hope my wound will heel
Love is but a disease
Until one is deceased
If you feel my pain
Let it be rinsed by the rain
When you see the dove
do not fight the love
Fall into my arms
Where love is always warm
I hope my wound will heel
Love is but a disease
Until one is deceased
If you feel my pain
Let it be rinsed by the rain
When you see the dove
do not fight the love
Fall into my arms
Where love is always warm
This is a poem about my life experiences and pain.
