Here there can be none, <br />where I have been burried in love. <br />It forgets one. <br />Bushes green leaves, very tall trees <br />and mine is the Forrest <br />we live in. <br /> <br />I have planted no pretty flowers, <br />or roses, blue tall towers. <br />White clouds out of snow for our heads. <br />One name I have said. <br />Over and over again. <br />Dying at night, when love <br />over takes us.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burried-love/
