minceir

Most humble are we, who seeks true love
destined to be forever alone, hurt is our cumberance
pain our destroyer, gone with the soul
no time to decieve, a passing essence

Look out for your choice, he might not be hidden
for our blinders are on, our hands tied
take not heed, of those who surround you
but see yourself, as unselfish and wise

The lover will swoon and will only decieve
but the wise and the heart, will know who is true
so gather yourself and unbind the knot
let all who know, that spat in the mud

the eyes will see.

Hey all not much has happened, work is enjoyable.
had a cholestrol test yesterday, told the nurse that my veins are hard to get at. So i end up as a pin cushion.
My nephew tomorrow gets dunked or baptised he is baptist and they tend to do it at a older age than as infants.