Still

Poem By Scarborough Gypsy

Winters cold
And summers warm
In every love there is a storm
In every storm
The rain will pour
But still you love him
More and more.

Comments about Still

Lovely verse, nice lilting rhythm. Nice to meet you, Scarborough Gypsy. Warmest regards, CJ
And after the rain comes the rainbow... I like your use of rhyme, keep up the good work. Kenneth


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