love by Deborah S Regan if I love what gives love to me, my love is safe. But I dared to begin that love. if the things that have brought me joy were easily won, then I must wonder at what I missed along the way. if I can't make sense of the past, and can't forget it, what am I to do but forgive it? if my thoughts have meant nothing, then I am comforted by the way they've occupied me. if souls are misshapen, it is by hands unseen, yet cruel. if I can't forgive myself, then my life is torment. my love moves me to tears, and I could never taste its depths. 01/06/2002 Posted on 01/06/2002 Copyright © 2024 Deborah S Regan Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)