Helen Poem by John Griffiths
Helen
You invoke in me a passion,
With the feelings of desire.
When we can reach the very top,
And still keep going higher.
You are like a butterfly,
That has a broken wing.
But, does it really matter!
Does it mean a thing?
Let me be a crutch to you,
Who can take away your pain.
I will be there for you,
Time and time again.
Monday, September 14, 2009
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4/23/2024 2:07:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A hope giving write, when you are determined, it moves morals to hights.......well done