Sunday, March 1, 2009
You were in love with praise as fear is gone,
The dedication prizes me as one,
Instead, my faith considers some saffron,
In this lies beauty like the amazon.
I buy this food from the excellent dawn,
The day has commented on elation;
For when did saffron mingle in kitchen
As that collapsed like masters and the drawn.
Of course, use this advice once you die,
Less trouble happens mightily and fine,
The desk contains a paper of us all.
Once laughter brings us happiness then sigh,
For when this sigh has killed our soul and wine,
Our science brought us kisses to appal.