It's kind of hard making it through the sour, sugar and honey is always around.
Gold takes digging, it's not easily found.
Love is part sour
a rose is still a flower
the thorns will puncture
the flower will capture
so goes loves rapture
I love the roses beauty
not the thorns on duty
The sweet part of life
maybe your husband
or could be your wife
but not necessary
just don't worry
As long as the math is down
love will always be around
If he don't dance
will not properly romance
Maybe she won't
hardly many times don't
You have a dilemma
it can be earthquake or tremor
Loves fantasy never leaves
it's only reality that decieves
When Miranda Nolan inherits a house she soon discovers a need to solve the mysteries surrounding the late owner along with resolving the strong attraction she feels for a co-claimant who lost his hearing and faces a world of silence.
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Interesting poem!
Sandie Angel :o)