Thursday, 19 September 2013

Lovenet, G

  Life on thy missing is a life o’ parrot in cage

Always in the dream of our twilight in page

Something more to share on love but not deep

Just an idea o’ our glued relationship at peep

Because these paper will be insufficient

And the half points will be also inefficient

But just a surface for the relief o’ my mind

That can be carried to thou by the winds

Ere thou catches my wind of messages

If you’re with another love of your sagas

My winds will blow over your heads sky

And it will act as my faithful partner spy

     But I will never be a tempered lacking on good judges

     I don’t respect what they say on thou by distance guess

     My truth is what I see and not what they suggest