Maybe I could paint
Your face a hundred
Times. Across canvas
After canvas or write
Words of you til I
Wear my fingers to the
Bone.
Would any of this
Let your eye rest
Upon me in such a
Way. As a beloved looks
Upon who loves them.
Deeply in my heart
I yearn for something.
Devoted to do so.
What, I know not.
Determined, I must be
Or it would not
Hurt me so much.
Until something, me
Or the feeling, dies.
For now I will be, in
Such burning desire
To quest for treasure
For which I live to
Hold. And would die
To love

02/18/2002

Posted on 02/18/2002
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