In the early days of my writing,
I chose to write verse,
or in my case, rhyming poetry.
I didn't know, for it was terse.
In the early days of my writing,
I chose to write verse,
or in my case, rhyming poetry.
I didn't know, for it was terse.
Can love be lost,
After it's been found?
Will love, still be,
If we're not around?
What is this love,
That would still abound?
Does love, just leave,
With nary a sound?