SHE took her hand and pushed some
sunlight into this perverted dark,
theres a sickness here, a bad smell,
some thing you cant clean up,
a traiter,
a brat,
a audience,
a apprentice,
a trap door,
and a wisper, only love can fix this
wound, , , ,
ABSOLUTE LOVE PALES ALL....ITS THE PANACEA TO ALL THAT IS UNPURE IN LIFE...IF YOU GET IT...KEEP IT! STRONG WRITE...FRANK/FJR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes David love is the best prescription for every sickness; but it takes a little time to mend a broken heart? I see the uncertainity in your marvelous poem.