History Poem by Amy Lee

Our love is like the U.S.A. history

We've had our times of horror
And the times that led us to tommorrow
We gently breathe on each others shoulder
Not easy push away like a boulder
Our love will not shatter like glass
Completing the full circle by a compass
Lasting as the joy of gold
Forbiddening to let it mold
Placing it on the battle field
Soon to be shot by the sniper's will
Piercing the heart
Giving our love to the dark

Our love is like the U.S.A. history