If You Limit Your
Choices Only to Wh8
Seems Possible Or
Reasonable,
You Disconnect
Yourself From Wh8 You
Truly Want And All That
Is Left A
Compromise ...
There Is A Garden In Her Face,
Where Roses And White Lilies Blow;
A Heavenly Paradise Is That Place,
Wherein All Pleasant Fruits Do Grow.
There Cherries Grow That None May Buy,
Till Cherry Ripe Themselves Do Cry
Loss leaves us empty
But
Learn not 2 close ur
Heart & Mind in grief
Allow life to replenish U.
Whn sorrow comes it seems
Impossible
But
New joys wait 2 fill d void... :)