Why must it come to such demise?--
Your heart as red as mine.
Sentiment is a boundary crossed
And our Love like the twisting trunks of two
palm trees.

Let not vengeance cease this union!
Let not ego chill our hearts!
For it is only once that I can see
the red ribbon wrapped amongst
your ginger hair.

I like this poem even though it leaves me sad. You paint nice pictures with your words.

I agree with this.


The descirption of the red ribbon nestled within the ginger hair is very, very vivid.

Did you base this poem on any event, or feeling in particular?

Never heard of it before...

That is because he wrote it, dumba**



(In the nicest possible way, of course)

Waaaaa No fair

VERY beautiful. <<"Sentiment is a boundary crossed
And our Love like the twisting trunks of two
palm trees.">>

I particularly liked this line. Well done my friend

Im i still to dumb to understand it queen

Sorry I didn't reply sooner...barely remember to look back at my posts.


I used to know a girl that always wore a red ribbon in her hair. It was a strawberry-gingerish hue of hair. This was when I was in tenth grade I believe...don't remember how old I was exactly

I liked her..she liked me...she wanted more than I did and I find regret in our parting even still today. Even if only for a moment.