Isle of Love Ii
like a mother bee
which produces sweet honey
beautiful flowers posses
the sweetest nectar
if your love is a commodity
then i am neither
the buyer nor the seller
for love is precious than silver
you make me comfortable
Others made me inferior
But you made me capable
Sometimes it sad
I ignored you
It makes me feel bad
Why did i act a fool
For your love is true
Copyright © Matt Starking | Year Posted 2013
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