Shall I compare
thee to roses my love
When thou are
not as beautiful and fine?
Shall my
thoughts continues to soar like a dove
Will my heart
survive such love divine?
Shall I continue
to cry for your attention.
Whilst thinking
of the bitterness absence brings?
Do we need redemption,
from these affections, of things not mention.
Should I
continue to listen to that sad song the birds sings?
I am flying on
broken wings my love
Is this the way
true love live?
You have really
complicate things my love
You have taken
all I could give.
Good-bye my
love: I have learned to laugh, cry, love and live
Good-bye my love:
Wish you gave that which you had to give.
Nordia Lewis
(Class of 2012)
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