This is the poem i made this morning;
I wish to read a book of love a book of passion a book with a dove I wish to read a book of mystery a book with a detective a book with a history I wish to read a book of truth a book of life a book to sooth I wish to read a book alone a book of love with a dove a book of mystery with a history a book of truth to help and sooth I wish to read a book alone Is that too much to ask for?
dragonflygirl · Fri Oct 14, 2005 @ 10:49pm · 1 Comments |