marshall bruce

Lost Love

I am searching for you
like a poor man for fat
in the lonely passage of
dogs and cats.

with a smile on face
that someday i will find you
and tell the truth of life
which i am spending without you.

you are my love
you are my life
without you i am like a
poem without rhyme.

you are as sweet as honey
you are as fair as rose.
you are as happy as a king
in this world of thorny rose.