Rhyme Book Poem by Kovan White

Let's coincide we can do it right
We'll be together to do what ever through any weather

Rain, sleet or snow I have you to hold
I'm about to lose control you got me feeling old
Living with no soul emotionally low, I'm cold

Warm me up with your love your white as a dove
Pure, sensual, sweet from up above I'm missing every huge

I use to hold you I use to have you
Now I hate to pass you because you're looking pass me
Look at me last through a broken glass