Thursday, March 24, 2011

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

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