![]() My BondA Poem by Middling![]() A sonnet![]()
Be advised, my passport’s green
No glass of ours was ever raised to the queen, Never will this change no matter Where I’ve gone or been There are no gaps between to be sought or seen For my love is so pure and keen, Like a white dove so white and free For there are no ifs, maybes or mights This is my bond, these are my genes. Now and time to be wherever green is worn To the ground my head will lean So that to all my gesture may be seen The land I can never repay For the gift I have this day and forever. © 2010 MiddlingFeatured Review
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