Ewe can not sing to me when eye am sad. <br />Depression weighing down my brow. <br />A crown of thorns upon my forehead bleeding. <br />A frown upon the lips meant for kissing. <br />Wondering iff eye am bound to miss. <br />Pleasentries ammassed bequeathed to me, <br />wandering away from me, as i wonder witlissly, <br />as i wander aimlessly away from thee. <br />Struggiling amid the glory that will soon be mine. <br />Eye take myself to task, eye must not ruin bliss. <br />Sing to me my angel ewe, bring me words of love, <br />again eye ask ewe love, to be my deliverence. <br />I look on love askance, from my distant planet, <br />the place that eye am at, the snow upon my <br />covenant.Love should be my armament. <br />Where art thou Juliet ewe. <br />Bring to me my new delivery. <br />Kiss me eye am thirsty. <br />Bring to me my ewe. <br />My Violet Heart. <br />My Parme Love. <br />My Mourning Dew. <br />My new ewe.<br /><br />Charles Hice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feelings-hurt/
