14th Sept 2003 by Richard Trotter How could I have laced your love with poison or cleaned the walls with soot? why would I throw earth on our grave prior to the birth of magic? the texture of regret ensures I clearly see the deer thats pierced with the spear of sadness will race like light to reach your smile again. 12/30/2003 Posted on 12/30/2003 Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter Return to the Previous Page     pathetic.org FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)