A lover left me a poem on a piece of paper before disappearing for good! The poem had been torn in half, the suggestion being that my lover had taken the other half of the paper. My half reads 'All of are worth less used to if we toge'. But the way it is laid out on the paper is as follows:
Are worth less
Does anybody know what the completed poem is and who wrote it? I am desperate to find out.
D. Jonathan Fletcher