Monday, August 8, 2011

Truely True



Long fragrance of love
splashing colour range dreams
with butterflys and dove
were done for my dear.

When the birds were flying
and the trees were dancing
i walked through the floral way
to find my beloved ray.

Yes i found the beauty of my era
and with a lazy smile i told
"will you marry me my dear sara"
ernest it was! my countenance were the proof.

That happy face turned to sigh
then moved away.But why?
my love for her wont she see
with a heart of compassion and glee.

Words were few but truely true!
shy may be or werenot sure
but why to hurt my little soul
with percing looks of an owl.


for.....................................collins..........................