Roses With No Thorns Upon their Stems
There were no thorns upon the stems That she held in her hand there Being as false as the love that did …
My Heart Will Not Keep Her Warm
My heart will not keep her warm Nor will it keep her dry But in my heart shell have a home Until …
Thought I – A Poem I’ll Write
Thought I: a poem I’ll write For her every day, Though never loved was she by I My feelings for her I’d …
When Aged, Who Will Hold Her Hand?
When aged, who will hold her hand, Remember joys and woes, And who will hold mine when aged am I, As life …