Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Iris

                  Iris






Why would I want
The world to see me ?
Falling into despair is,
Not as attractive to the eye,
As were you my sweet.

Here is a world being,
Broken on stony promises.
I just want you to know,
Who I was and who I am.

You were the apple to my
Eye, full of hope darling.
Iris a girl, golden and true.
Loving me until the end.
Losing you to this illness,
Has robbed our world,
A glorious precious jewel.