Three Months - poem

First month is just like honey moon
Full of words that make love bloom
Calls here and there that make heart speed
And love grows quickly just like a seed

Second month is just like reaching the end
Silence seems to be the usual stand
Tiredness in the body seems to quickly grow
The same goes for the weary soul

Third month is something that no one know
Will it be the end only time will show
Hope that the gloom will quickly past
And the ray of hope will be here at last

- Bee

posted Tuesday, May 24, 2005