I shall love you
Till poets no longer rhyme
Till church bells refuse to chime
Till my hands cannot hold the sands of time
Till a memory no longer lingers
Till the world produces no singers
Till the sand of time slip through my fingers
Till children never play in the street
Till babies never search for the teat
Till the sand of time fall to my feet
Till there's no one left to save
Till the sea can make no wave
Till the sand of time fill up my grave.......
..............................................................................ETN 05/12/08 - LIFE
6 comments:
One thing is certain, you sure do love the sands of time! lol.
Good stuff, babes.
And guess what? I love you too!! Shhhhhh, don't tell any1
awwww :)
Nice stuff.... great read too.. njoy....
Now the person on the receiving end of that love sure is lucky!
@Vera - I love you too girly..
@Mimi - I know right!!
@Danny - Thanks for visiting my blog
@ azuka - Some times its just wonderful to be on the receiving end of this love. How much more being in the receiving end of God's love.
Sometimes you just want to tell God, whatever it takes, I shall Love you..
I love your poem
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