Treasure Island

Godfrey Morris

(August 1,1982 / Kingston, Jamaica)

Love


Love

Love is a rose

Love speaks a prose

It fruits make delight

It thorns take a bite

Leaves give a morning clue

Young fresh with autumn dew

Sconed by the sun it shivers too

But till the bitter end it remains true


copyright(c) 2012 godfrey morris

Submitted: Monday, June 04, 2012

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