Love lost in a sea of hate, jelousy
And envy.
Whereas in a prophet, only two
Eyes could see.
There goes the love drifting away,
Like a feather in the air, Its
There to stay.
When will the love reach land?
Or will it be rescued by a
Passerby that on firm ground she
Could stand.
Truely, theres only one chosen to
Rescue this love.
Like peace chose to respresent the White dove.
I dunno if that person knows it,
But I hope she presumes it.
That love is not just a midnight
Snack,
But has to wok hard to win me back.
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