When roses bloom in winter
and the sun shines in the night
when the waters of the sea's go dry
and all wrong things seem right
When frost comes in the summer
and it snows deep in the spring
when frogs all cease their croking
and butteflies all sing
When robins stop their flying
when sand turns into pearl's
when people stop their fighting
and there's no chaos in the world
When rain drops turn to diamonds
aand sawdust turns to rum
that's when I'll stop loving you
when all other things are done
When deserts into mighty seas
and bee's don't ever sting
that's when my love will disappear
and my heart will cease to sing
When moonbeams turn to ashes
and night turns into day
till then I'll keep you by my side
for you're in my heart to stay
I really enjoyed reading
I really enjoyed reading this. I especially like the synesthesia of "and my hear will cease to sing". Great!! Loved it!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "