By erik---Prplkush420@aol.com
Date: 9 June 2000

I have found a beautiful thing

It is not something you can hold
It is something very bold
It is as old as the sands of time
And now it is finally mine
It can crush me if it felt the need
It can grow like a weed
It is the reason i live
It is the reason i give
Now it is mine
Taste like fine wine
I will protect it from harm
I will keep it warm
You ask what is this thing
What did you bring
I release it like a dove
For it is love