Senior Member
Registered: 08-18-07
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To Flower from Zaphod:
Flower, you are my love and my life, Without you I face the hardship of strife. We led the Whiskers clan to a great success, But without you here, I must confess, That life in the Kalahari will never be the same, My heart aches for you and I am in such pain.
Our saving grace are the children we created together I will never forget our days of splendor. Sweet and brave Flower, You were always my tower; Of strength and of courage, You knew how to forage.
In battles you were strong, And now it seems so wrong, That I must go on without you, But Rocket Dog has given me my queue. I must leave the clan, Destined to roam the sand.
Alone again, I must fend, For myself a lone male, But my heart will always tell, Of the greatness we shared And how much we cared.
Oh Flower, Sweet Flower, How I long for the hour, When we made love, And the beauty above, Shined down on us both, I plight thee my troth.
In life and in death, You cannot fathom the breadth, Of my love and loyalty for you, I will always be true, To your memory my sweet, My heart skips a beat.
I can only hope, That in time I can cope, With the loss of my love, I pray to heaven above, That I will be with you soon, Before the next full moon.
copyright LSA October 2007
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