Derek. A. Sim
Linda Chose Me - Poem by Derek. A. Sim
It’s true there’s none so fair in face,
Nor one more worthy of the chase,
Greek Gods would bow their head’s in awe,
And pay a ransom, to take my place.
For I have claimed, before their eyes,
To have and to hold, the ultimate prize,
To lose you now would take my very breath,
And leave nothing more, but certain death.
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