S K B Shooting Stars

S, K, B My 3 wonders of life I solemnly swear Proudly accept I will never ever be Able to describe Or put into words What I feel for you 3 Because a life without thee Renders me blind Deafens my ears Reduces me to tears You are the girls The locks and the curls That breath into life What my Sister Gifted unto me On the 5th of November Then the 17th of March And finally the 29th of June When I am alone And I feel a failure I look to you Each one Individually For inspiration Without you Stop all the clocks Switch off the phone And wrap up the sun Let the mourners come And tell tales for fun To one another For yee 3 queens of Orient are The resting place of shooting stars