WHEN I THINK OF YOU

When I still think of you, you are a little love pot for me,no flattering my words,only pains.so was my love,painful and weeping atop some doomed clouds.Once I was happy and never upset the night am now.Happier than an angel I was and I had plume and freedom to move. I was manly loved.But when now you look at my tireless frame,not one of you say that I had a dream or I had a love bird.