Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Flip of A Coin

This coin rests on my thumb,
The flip holds more than some.
I have chosen the side of head.
Tails has your name for finish come,
The end could be needing med,
For my rest will drop towards bed.
I think life could come to stop.
My love for you now does flop,
I feel I always need you near,
And know my love will never drop.
So never go cower of your fear,
For I will always love you very dear.

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