Sometimes It's Cold - Poem by Agnes Quirante
There are times sunny would not always shine
And the breeze hammers my tan skinned tone
Why not love thee ablaze a fire so sweet and warm?
Like the poppies of burning passion in daylight!
Why does not aflame oh fountain of love?
It's always cold...I feel so numb
Like an empty trash been left behind.
Why not come the prince of Love?
Will time be always being patient to wait?
Sometimes it's cold, and no one came
Would like be always grass in morning with dew?
Sometimes it's cold. And today is cold.
Will someone take my hand this time?
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