When my eyes opened it was you i saw, and i felt love uncut and raw. You were so fine that i couldn't ignore and everyday i loved more. Even after fate threw us apart you still remained in my heart. Perhaps it's now hard for you to believe, but such love did my heart once conceive; and for you and only you it was, PURE-without a cause. Alas! How cruel the works of fate, that such love it had to frustrate. Now all that is left is misery, cos i'm still in love with your memory.
Augustus Davoo10
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
To my first love
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