Monday, November 15, 2004
House of Cards - poem
My eyes are fixed on your path
Eternal waiting is going to start
Beautiful house made out of cards
Collapses the moment you depart
Each wall looking work of the art
Decorated with diamond or heart
Colourful garden trellis and arch
Oh I so like my horse and the cart
Piece after piece being torn apart
By a cruel smile of my sweetheart
Believed in House made out of cards
Must admit I was never very smart