Friday, November 18, 2011

Dear Mister,


Sometimes, words aren’t enough to prove your love. Riches to words don’t always seem to be, enough. You know what I mean. Riches are riches and you can’t change them unless you let them go. And riches don’t last forever. They end screwed up in the middle of nothing. What I need is love. Why? Because love do last forever, if it is true. What will I do with all your riches if someday they’ll just rot and die? Will I bury them like what I’ll do with your love?  I’m so sorry but I cannot accept your wordy offer of riches. I’d rather go with a poor man who shows love until forever than be with you who will fill my life with money and such but empty of love.

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