I usually prefer poetry with a rhyme scheme and metric pattern. If your's does not, then I probably won't rate it. |
"My country tis of thee."
How sweet those words are to me...
He stands in battle proud and strong,
Singing the verses of his company's song...
When I look at you, the love of my life,
I feel so proud to call you my wife...
I once had a friend who lived in despair,
Though she was beautiful, young, and so fair...
I gave You my heart when I was younger,
And You made me feel so much stronger...
Whene'er I think of you, my lovely dear,
A smile to my sad face does come along...
I think of you each day I live alone.
How far this gulf between our lives has grown...
I wander down this lonely road in such despair;
It has been so long since I've had one who cared...
My life from Hell comes forth when I see you,
And loosed are all the bonds when I break through...
Though all the world around us fall,
And the voice of death to us doth call...
When we are together, we are family. |
Compliment often; flatter never. |
Sleep: a poor substitute for coffee. |