I watch from the trees another cooling breeze
you're packed in the morning sunlight waiting
for the cab to leave.
But I can't make you love me even as all I try. For
this mornings thunder is tied and broken as a lie
Morning slowly fades past us and life goes back to
catch the day, But in long afternoons the sun still sings....I
can't make you love me as all I try. For the breezes now
send you north on a long and lonely ride.
For all these years I've tried To win your heart and soul. As
the yellow roses blooom through the fields... For I can't make
you love me as all I try. I can't make you love me when all
that burns is fire.
Dear Ms. Guzzi I know this poem is not very good but I'd like to know more about how you expect them to read. Any thing will help