This poem that I write for thee
Composed upon an old Elm tree
Has given pleasure to more than me
And is sure to make you feel happy.
It's dark and bright with stars above
Perfectly reflecting of my love
And days when you and I will rove
Feeling happy when sorrow is not enough.
To bed I go with thoughts of you
I've little left to say or do
But tomorrow my heart will waken anew,
It's beating dedicated solely to whom?
Please tell me what you think... I'm desperate.
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I never did get the who/whom thing. But you probably nearer to your education, could explain? Cause I would have picked rhyme over grammar!
Come by and see my new stuff, especially "Fly on Light feathers" which is in the shape of an owl's leg. With the last free Gold I added a photo of the owl, but when time ran out, it went away, pout,pout.
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