Sitting here with sad flowers blooming in the darkest fields of my soul wondering again how could they grow,

when the elments of Mother Nature have left long ago.

Now once again I sit and question the fragrance of loneliness that's in the polluted air that is suffocating my lungs with joy

with roots digging deep in the fertile soil of my damp soul as the sad blooming flowers laugh as they see the hurt and pain in the shadows that battle whats left of my theL-U-V N war torn soul that is barely able to hold on.

So I say good nite but we shall meet again, again we shall meet.......

AnOther theL-U-V Original.....
GOD Bless Us All!!!