The Winner of the Love
Is not the loser of the game.
Even so eye do not deserve ewe even so eye can not claim ewe;
Even so the distance gnaws at me and makes it hard to carry on.
Even so the element of time wards softly winging in four part harmony.
Taking me to places we have never been.
But longing and want are my best friends and the places that WE are
Keep me wanting more:
Of ewe
And LOVE.
Some people still love GOD.
And that is hard to do seeing that he hides his face
And gives us things for love like rainbows and cucumbers.
To live the human race and win at love eye must be in the race
And living like a better half of ewe
and taking all my love to the one who makes the cucumbers
and rainbows and wondering when IFF and ever come
Will it be the one eye want YES yes deer roe deer
ewe knoe that it is ewe.
The winner of the love.
