Life
Life is not a bed of roses,
Bed of thorns, as we all proposes,
It's our deed that turns roses to life,
Man proposes, God disposes....
First Love
For the first time in my dismal life I feel love flow in my heart the same heart once thought cold and lifeless fills with glorious joy and happiness because of a woman whose spirit is full of passion her eyes that shine like sapphire stars filled with warmth and beauty a smile that brings happiness to my sad existence I have never known love until now because of the way she touched my heart took hold of my depressed soul and showed me the beauty of life’s wonders everything that I thought impossible all seems to be within my grasp I see everything in a new light because of something I thought unworthy to feel to feel love’s tender kiss and I bask in its beauty so because of the feelings of a woman whom I would love now and ’til my heart beats its final note to life’s great song
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