Josh's poem
Today I found my dear young love
While I was wandering the www.
Who is this dear young love I asked
And where is she, oh where?
Is it love or is it hate?
Or is she good or evil
Or is she this dangerous flame
That I dare not go near?
Is my young love my true angel
or heartless like the rest?
In my heart I say why ask why
My guardian angel is above all of the rest.
In the light house at the end of the road
I see the dangerous flame
The one I thought not to go near
For I not wanting the pain
My first impression of my true love
Was shadey I must admit.
Not wanting to feel more pain like the others
Who treated me like s*~t
But like up north in the winter
The flame hast brought me near
I know now that it is my dear young love
That I will never fear.