Love Would Have Be Our Umbrella
If only she accepted
me as her friend,
I would accompany
her to destination.
She wouldnt have
search for shade to
bend.
Love will be our
protection.
Behold how she
shivers like feverish
monster.
The unmerciful rain
made her a wet fowl.
She said that rain is
the administer
of
ugly,sorrow,sickness,cold
and fowl.
Oh no! if Goliath
seem toughest,
call on David,if rain
is the administer cold
call on love,the
supernatural best.
The most costly free
gold.
If me and her in the
rain walk,
the rain will only flog
the dead horse.
Our teasing jokes
and sweet talk,
will be our
umbrella,no sorrow
nor the worse.
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