by goldenlove
@ 13. Jul 2007 - 01:29:21 pm
THE WIDOW
Dedicated to all widow and single parent
When will the Widow stop wearing Black,
Their Heart is full of pain
Over their lost companion
The memory is still verdant
Just like the beautiful Hycinth
Their day is now full of Darkness
Their Hope is in nakedness
The cross of Two,
now lay on a single shoulder
Their ward can't stop weaping
Infact their tears,
has become an ocean,
Through them,
the Mirror of Humanity,
can be seen...
hun...their meak is going watering
because no one to massage
their flip flop ball.
When you see my mother,
throw a rainbow at her
she is mean't to be a keeper
of love.
This is my ode,
To those that lost,
their Romeo
By: Samuel Kayode Akinbo
From: Nigeria
http://arvee_villegas@yahoo.com
14/07/07 @ 09:54