Dear MJ..

I am devastated to write anything in your praise..honour..or memory..You still rock..

Streets of Philadelphia...

The blue collared rocker..who touches the soul..The Boss..Bruce Springsteen..

I will always return for you..

It was chocolate!!

It was chocolate,
A gift from the thousand miles..
Floating through the cloud..
Melting with your smiles..

Yes It was chocolate,
Which is still sticking on my tongue..
With its choking sweetness,
Like..sweet poison in my blood..

Ah it was chocolate,
Draped in verdant attire..
Weaving black magic spell..
Carried on lust and desire.

Ah sure! It was chocolate..
Sweet reminiscence of the hearts..
Through the valleys and the woods..
A fragrance from the far.....