I may compose a rhyme
To your perfect bust.
But, in course of time
We lovers will find
Our bed midst graveyard dust.
I may compose a rhyme
To your perfect bust.
But, in course of time
We lovers will find
Our bed midst graveyard dust.
Bust
Rhymes
With lust
And dust.
As times
Change
We exchange
One lover
For another.
But tis the same dust
Into which we thrust
For we are all bust
In the end
My friend