Love Would Have Be Our Umbrella

If only she accepted 
me as her friend,
I would accompany 
her to destination.
She wouldnt have 
search for shade to 
bend.
Love will be our 
protection.


Behold how she 
shivers like feverish 
monster.
The unmerciful rain 
made her a wet fowl.
She said that rain is 
the administer
of 
ugly,sorrow,sickness,cold 
and fowl.


Oh no! if Goliath 
seem toughest,
call on David,if rain 
is the administer cold
call on love,the 
supernatural best.
The most costly free 
gold. 


If me and her in the 
rain walk,
the rain will only flog 
the dead horse.
Our teasing jokes 
and sweet talk,
will be our 
umbrella,no sorrow 
nor the worse.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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