My Humble Opinion and Other Works:

Two Thousand Years For two thousand years, she pouted away. Her master had gone his own risen, royal way. For two thousand years, she honored his name. Her master was greater than all just the same. For two thousand years, she loved the unseen. For two thousand years, he couldn't be mean. For two thousand years, she did it for love, and love still rewards, the heart of this gentle dove. Cold in the winter, love provides food, reigns through the famine, rains despite mood. Finally, angry, she... Sign in to see full entry.