the cliche
the without you, i wouldnt
the your this your that
the your everything
...
my friend she weeps for womankind
the kind of woman she has become
makes a mockery of a broken soul
and forbids the allowance of love
...
the world is filled
with ideals and disasters
farmers doctors lawyers
and laughter
...
First Poem
the cliche
the without you, i wouldnt
the your this your that
the your everything
the phone calls at 3 in the morning
the phone calls at 7 am
the you make me feel beautiful
bliss without end
the glory of love
the passion of glory of love
and the borderline obsession
the what gets me the through each day
the sunshine in the rain
the you mean more than life
the this is so cliche but
the i love you is just right