04-23-2007, 01:46 AM
This is a poem I wrote about my feelings for this girl, Heather at my school. Her it is:
Sun is hot, wind is cold. I hope forever you never grow old.
When you were born a goddess became. My heart begins to sing at the menchain of your name. Your kindness so soft, so softer than leather. I always shall thank the heavens for the birth of you, Heather.
Sun is hot, wind is cold. I hope forever you never grow old.
When you were born a goddess became. My heart begins to sing at the menchain of your name. Your kindness so soft, so softer than leather. I always shall thank the heavens for the birth of you, Heather.
