Paradise....
When blue skies,
turn grey.
Moods,
lie within the wind, for
Black clouds,
are never ....far, away.
There are something's,
That I've, shared,
But not.....with you.
For you are fair,
and far, too sweet.
Blest with an ignorance, beyond, truth.
Compared, to a winters day.
To a life, I once lived.....
And, now.
I've
......Lost !
Giajl © Jim Love