Love Game Poem by Dona Jean

Book of life had not been closed,
At corner in silence repeat and pause
Reminiscence the mem'ries of life
Time makes grey, golden and ripe.

A soulful song I strum my guitar
A lovely melody you would love to listen
This song filled of memories I buried-
In cemetery I burned and burried so hidden.

Scars were not yet healed
Hate and anger thy heat it filled.
Song played on and on about pain
Now the tears of cry no doubt but vain.

A stupid fool she was to love ad care so much
You're a beautiful butterfly newly hatch
Just their to love and fall but no one to catch
Thus the time goes I learned from this match.

Now I will draw mt game and plat it well.
I will be the master in where you dwell
No truth, strings attach and trust to build
In this love game we play in time reveal.