Dinner For Love Poem by Louis Borgo

I am beneath the wind no carry place to call home a home,

The decoration of the scenario tunnel the accept ion that gales appearance,


Witness among a thieve thieve among a carry is this the place to be,

Hands hands hands witness such a place,



Witness of love is some time worst then dinner at table for three,

Nights along the bridge of a kiss carry me home,


Witness among a thieve thieve among a carry is this the place to be,

Hands hands hands witness such a place,


My mind is like a road map lonely and desperate,

Like the acres of trees,


I'm like a ocean every thing deep I must collect,

Land for the wont it love left for turning,


Witness among a thieve thieve among a carry is this the place to be,

Hands hands hands witness such a place,