But i have the tears of love within me,
Because i am lonely without a lover.
The gift of life,
And the gentle tenderness of the muse;
For you will be my sweetest thing when,
You do call on me tonight.
I am hungry for love and,
Of the beautiful blessings bestowed on you;
For you are like the herb’s bearing seed within me.
You are very friendly and amusing,
And i am very lonely and waiting;
For i am the private girl next door but,
With sparkling beautiful eyes to touch your heart.
For your cultures are now seen around us,And like the Red Devils in the land of your muse.Blues, use, bus, be, sub, sue, us;Of the fake doctors and the fake lovers!And like the bones scattered at the mouths of the graves,But among the rocks i will sit and watch your steps.
But my love will grip you like the time of a woman in labour.
For she’s now afflicted.
With this hour of war and death,But i have my mind still on you;For truth backs up the facts and love crowns the day,And i am lying on my bed lonely to write this poem.Broadband of words and the broadband of views,With the readers on line to catch up with my mind;But how can we…
So if my son has wrong you or owes you anything,Put that on my accounts.I have written with my own hand and,I will repay it.
And i was very surprise to know that,She is also called Rita!Oh, what a wolrd! !
