A simple poem about love
Your sorrow
Makes the passed love beautiful--
Than ever;
As to love,
It will last--forever.
Love, I say,
I shall taste thy bitter--
But sweet--flavor,
While I know--
It's not clever.
--
Long time ago,
They fell--down to the hell--
Where your soul burnt like a king;
Yet, you never let go,
They fly--high to the sky--
Where your sin will never sing.
※ 編輯: ilvincitore 來自: 61.229.226.252 (04/03 14:09)