Sorrows Pool

Written by: Dana Smith

Nature's beauty soft and sweet And sunlight shining on each flower; Although my love shall not compete My heart beat fails this waiting hour: Shall I relate you to a dying day? Do you fall like light does in the West? For although it rises high in East I find I like the darkness best. Cynical and harsh, your veil, Displaying what is known as cruel.. But my sweet and natures softest set I know you swim in sorrows pool.