OUR love felt like the beauty
of christ, then the devil pulled
up a seat, and took notes, i
hate to do he says, but i need
to turn this light into a cold
bitter wind,
wait a minute says god, you
can touch them, but not love,
for that is my own private
stock....
and these lovers stand up,
and kick this ancient convict
right between the knees...
AND THAT'S THAT & A WIN FOR THE GOOD SIDE...I LIKE IT DAVID..kEEP'EM COMIN''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''F. j. R.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hurray for love! Well done!