Voice of heart (my poems)

I still hope I shall meet you one day. I still hope You will be proud of me one day. I still hope You will never be seperate from me anyway. I still hope You will not cry any day. I still hope on and on about you But that day will be of gay, When you will meet

I hitted six, She gave me Vicks asked she"Shall I take you to Dr. Dicks." Why? asked I "You look sick" said she. "But I am alright" answered I "Shall I sing and show song" asked I "I think the day is wrong" answered she.