Hey Yall, tis been a white, but i got two new poems to post, their for my girlfriend Alli, (www.xanga.com/allifire) thanks for stickin with me for almost 6 months and i hope your feeling better in the morning. Love Is... Some say that love is for the rich, or for the poor. That love is bought, or that love is earned. Some say that love is designated into groups. Where the well off, can only love the well off, and the struggling can only love the struggling. White can only love white, black only black. Some say love is a fairytale, or just wishful thinking. That love never lasts, or is never even really there. But listen, my love to what I say. I say love is for the rich, to give them something they can’t buy. And, love is for the poor, to give them something that doesn’t cost a cent but is worth keeping. I say that love breaks through all segregations. Where the well off can love the struggling. Where the White can love the Black. I say love is a fairytale, where anything can happen. And that love is wishful thinking, so keep wishing and someday prince charming will make your dreams come true. My Love. Love cant be kept out of reach when I find you, we differ in almost everything. My love left its happily ever after home and, found you in a broken home and has come to love you. My love left its comfort zone to comfort you. My love ran in terror, ran to your safe arms. My love put all distractions behind to distract you from the troubles of an imperfect world. My love waited for its one and only partner, but your love ended the waiting. As Always, that for reading. Tot. | 
