Hands and hearts go about each day… shaping things. A hand may push a friend away, breaking the strongest line. A heart may imagine him not a friend, and tell itself a lie. A hand may tug another’s hand, press it with an oath. A heart may pull them closer yet, til there is bliss [...]
Monthly Archives: February 2005
No, my dear, I would not change thee, though you mock me just to spite. No, my heart is not unseeing it views each wrinkle, however slight. Yes, the jagged sometimes tears me, rips my blissful heart a hole. Yes, the light may show you tired, eyes so dark, I hardly know. No my dear, [...]
Eyes so bright, the lids above them Offer a guarding shade. So men are not struck blind, Or ruin themselves in some mad pledge. Lips so ideal, paint never did shine so enticing; Draw me constant, drifting forward. They speak and I am encircled by their movement. They smile and I am drowned. She does [...]
