Simple Prayer

My love alas,

is in my class,

of day begin, no end.

A Tale of Woe,

cannot be foe,

I learned to aim my bow.

An arrow pierce,

a heart of gold,

and platinum, I do grace.

He is no face,

I doth find faith,

in stories of the Old.

A soul mate true,

of this I knew.

Can he hear me cry?

....may this bring my source?

and put him back on course?

A simple prayer.

K.A.P.

6/29/2009