By Evangel on 11/10/2007
There was a time when things were bad.
A time where I was never happy, always sad.
Then, one day in mid September,
Things began to change when I met, Her.
Everyday was better than the one before,
As I grew to like Her, love Her more.
She soon became very special to me,
And I called her my Innisfree.
Time went by with all things great,
That is until the month before eight.
Things turned rough in a downward spiral,
As I worked to fix it and help it all.
Happy times returned once more,
And I thought I was ready forevermore.
Mistaken- I began to lose that which was so dear to me,
As I cried, "Innisfree, please come back to me."
Hearing my cry as though never wanting to leave,
Innisfree did come back to me.
Times again became content and great,
That is until the month of eight.
Once again she began to flee,
Until I said, "Innisfree please come back to me."
Things turned around and all was fine,
Until the fateful month of nine.
Once again things began to break,
As I wondered, "Is this fate?"
Once again she turned to flee;
One more time I cried, "Innisfree please come back to me."
This time, however, something was wrong,
And my heart began to sing a sad song.
For Innisfree this time had stayed away,
And the score of that month became a bad day.
Here now the month of ten,
Things are happier than they have ever been.
Finding out a web of lies,
I watch, content, as She cries.
© By Evangel On 11/10/2007 1:13:21 AM