I.
Will you come to me
Here on the Texas high plain
Your own yellow rose
II.
How am I to hope
When no bottom to this fall
Do I see below
III.
Sad hours seem long
Once was said by a suitor
His true love aloft
IV.
Company seeking
Loneliness abated by
Insincere action
V.
Leaving tomorrow
How long to be far from home
I can not yet know
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)

No comments:
Post a Comment