The poet sat capside
watching da child
soft tender humble smile
such careless play
filled in pain , stain abyss
from heart landing a kiss
a token of hope to say
it's ok and with faith
from the garden of love
my soul will forever hug
weep not child
for my handz mend
comforting u off dis
tale spin or trend
a perfect joy is
forgiveness wit tenderness
my spirit feel u
and my heart knows
so i pose these 11 roses
to make the dozen is u
the 12 final Rose
innocence u i feel u
and will be with thee
now feel complete
for my true warmth is with u
ya the perfect joy love
and Innocence...................
watching da child
soft tender humble smile
such careless play
filled in pain , stain abyss
from heart landing a kiss
a token of hope to say
it's ok and with faith
from the garden of love
my soul will forever hug
weep not child
for my handz mend
comforting u off dis
tale spin or trend
a perfect joy is
forgiveness wit tenderness
my spirit feel u
and my heart knows
so i pose these 11 roses
to make the dozen is u
the 12 final Rose
innocence u i feel u
and will be with thee
now feel complete
for my true warmth is with u
ya the perfect joy love
and Innocence...................