My Friend, Oh Friend!
Thou art my love,
My sweet and clove,
The sun will shine on thee.
Dearest my friend,
Thy upon depends,
My life and my glee.
Neither rain nor drought,
Or any ill thought,
Can make thy love bent.
I care for thee,
Thou ought to see,
Thy love givest me strength.
Up above the sky,
When I say goodbye,
To reach the divine abode.
I will still remember thee,
Thou wilt me,
By reading my little ode.
2 comments:
I just read thy ode,
And remembered the journey we rode,
Fun & frolick & troublesome to the T,
Thou shall better not forget me!
:)
Nice one d.
wow! think u r the shakespeare around here :)
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