The phantom of the opera,
once bitter and marose,
living in torture chambers,
almost comatose,
has got a new publicist.
Don't write his epitaph.
Now, he's bright and cheerful,
signing autographs.
Categories:
marose, silly,
Form: Rhyme
What do You Seek within
Is it a Love with no End
Someone who is without Doubt
A Warm Heart that is a Start
One Who Holds You Close
And Never turns away
always by Your Side
Gives You all and Not Marose
That is all One can ask
By You thick and thin
Wont You find it in Your Heart
to look deep inside
Nothing is better than being Loved
I would Love You like None can
My Heart beats only for You
and I hope We meet when Life is Through
Categories:
marose, love,
Form: Quatrain